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Perspective: Alex
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Please note: Strong language may be used!!!
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"Just get out of my fcking way, I'm leaving with my son. You can't stop me I'm his mother!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Don't you dare put your hands on me Richard!"
"Oh yeah I forgot, only Mr. "Big Man Boss" can put his hands on you nowadays"
"Well maybe if you fit your wife into your busy schedule once in a while…"
"Oh don't turn this around on me. You've been sneaking around for months you dirty whore always making me look like a fool…"
Alex closed his eyes and twisted the knob on his CD player and music blared out of the speakers. Alex inhaled deeply. The screaming and shouting could still be heard above the music, he couldn't remember the last time his parents had been civil to one another.
Neither of them had bothered to talk to him about it properly. The divorce. "Don't worry your father will soon be out of our hair" his mother had told him one day, he had found the comment comforting rather than upsetting.
Granted, Alex wasn't particularly close with his parents, especially his father. He always felt like he was their "big disappointment." He didn't like sports; he wasn't talented musically or creatively in any way. He was smart though, although he would never openly admit it. The one thing his parents didn't need to worry about was his grades. Not that they ever bothered to ask.
Alex's head ached from the loud noise. He grabbed his phone off the small desk in the corner of his room and walked over to the window. He dialed the number quickly and cleared his throat.
"Hello?"
"Iz?"
"Hey! Alex! Why is your music turned up so loud?" He could barely hear her. He swallowed.
"Oh!" she said in a small voice "Again?"
"Yeah" he choked.
"Well I'm starving. Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something?"
He knew she just wanted him out of the house. Most of the time her excuse was that she needed help with her homework, and asked to meet him at the library; he knew she was perfectly capable of doing it herself and was only doing it to help him out.
He felt a surge of gratitude towards her as he mumbled their meeting place.
"See you in a bit Alex!"
Alex laid the phone next to the alarm clock by his bed and sat tensely on the edge of the window sill. He wished he had a balcony and fire escape like Liz, his only option was to make his way downstairs and try and slip out unnoticed or climb out of the window and, more than likely, break his neck. The latter actually seemed more appealing.
Alex grabbed a jumper from his closet and slipped it over his head; he walked over to his stereo and turned off the music. They were still at it; his mother's screeches pierced his ears, it sounded like a cat was being strangled.
He slowly opened his door and peeked around the side, their voices were louder now and their insults were becoming more abusive and cruel. He sidled down the stairs and held his breath at each step!
Please don't hear me. Please don't hear me. Please don't…
His train of thoughts were interrupted as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
"And here he is…the Boy Wonder"
His father had obviously been drinking, his appearance was disheveled, stubble grew on his face and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Richard, leave him alone!"
"No, no, no. You're so adamant that he will pick you. So let's ask him. Let's find out who he wants to live with."
His father grabbed his right wrist, Alex squirmed, tears pricked in his eyes.
"So?"
"Get off of him Richard; for God's sake he is your son!"
His father sniffed, his grip on Alex was excruciatingly painful, it loosened and he stalked off to the garage. He'd probably gone searching for some more beer. Alex stared at her mother.
"Soon!" she whispered staring at her feet "Don't worry Alex."
She walked off towards the kitchen; her head was still bent towards the floor. Alex cradled his wrist in his left hand and shuffled towards the door.
The sun beat down on his pale face and gave him the energy to walk to the Crashdown, Isabel was waiting, and her face was full of concern.
"Alex!"
She ran towards him and hugged him tight. He winced as her body crushed against his wrist. Isabel looked at his face, and then towards his bruised wrist.
"Oh, Alex!" tears filled her eyes.
"No. It's fine. I'm fine!"
He looked into her eyes; they were full of sorrow, not pity. Isabel was the only one he trusted with his secret, he didn't want to trouble Maria or Liz, he knew they would get their parents involved and it would spread around town.
Isabel cupped his face with her hands.
"Max is in the Crashdown…pining over Liz as usual."
She gave a weak watery smile and Alex mimicked her.
"He can heal your wrist"
Alex hesitated.
"You fell out of bed!" she said firmly.
She took his hand and led him into the Crashdown. It was unusually deserted, he saw Max sitting in the usual booth staring at Liz who was wiping counter tops.
Max looked up when he saw them.
"Hey!"
"Hey!" Alex and Isabel said in unison.
"What are you doing here?" Max said glancing at Liz, obviously hoping they wouldn't distract his "Liz-watch".
"I, uh, fell out of bed. Hurt my wrist pretty bad. I was wondering if you could…"
"Oh, yeah sure"
Alex held out his wrist and looked at the table. Max looked up at him and then at Isabel who pleaded him with her eyes not to say anything. The hand mark on his wrist was obvious.
Max looked around the isolated diner and then gently placed his hand on Alex's wrist, it glowed for a second, and then Alex looked at it. It was as though it had never been there.
"Thanks man, I owe you."
Max merely nodded. Isabel stood up and looked at Alex.
"Well I'm not really hungry after all. Fancy going for a walk?"
"Sure! See you later Max"
He waved and went back to staring at Liz who kept glancing in his direction.
They sauntered out of the Crashdown and headed towards the park which was located at the end of the street. They walked slowly and silently, it was comfortable though. Alex wanted to thank her so badly. For being there when he really needed someone.
It was strange; when he first met Isabel his first impression wasn't the best. He thought she was stunning, obviously, but he found her to be rude and abrupt. He had assumed this was because she had a higher social status at school.
When he had found out the truth about her…past, he realized why she was so guarded and defensive. They had become close over the past few years, especially since Liz and Max and Michael and Maria had gotten together. They hung around in a big group.
They entered the park through two big black iron gates. The park had an essence of grandeur about it. It was surrounded by trees, the green grass was scattered with picnic tables, to the right was a huge play area, Alex remembered he, Liz and Maria used to play there when they were younger…when his parents still spoke to each other.
To the left hand side was a long winding river that coursed around the whole park, they headed towards it. The sun reflected on the green ripples, moss climbed around the edges. They walked silently for a few minutes.
"Alex…" she was biting her lip. "You know I'm always here for you…d-don't ever think I won't be."
Alex smiled and clasped her hand, their fingers entwined and they carried on walking beside the lake. After a while they were laughing and joking like they usually did, Alex loved to watch her face light up like a Christmas Tree as he told her about his disastrous mishaps and adventures with Liz and Maria when they were young.
They found a nice spot of grass by the bank and settled themselves next to it; Alex fell onto his back and stared at the clouds. He could feel Isabel looking at him, and then she looked towards the sky and flopped onto her back.
They began pointing out different shapes in the clouds. Isabel started giggling
"You cannot see baboon's ass!"
"It's right there" he laughed, he grabbed her hand and steered it towards the cloud he was staring at. Isabel caught his hand and held onto it, she turned to face him.
He looked at her face, he had never seen anything so beautiful, the sun was making her blonde hair gleam like freshly churned butter, her eyes were shining. She looked into his eyes and slowly leant forward. Alex closed his eyes as she kissed his lips.
As they broke away he opened his eyes and beamed. Isabel was staring at the clouds again; a big smile covered her face.
"Oh my God, I can see it!" she exclaimed "I see the baboon's ass!"
They both doubled up in laughter.
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