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Lexi POV
The house was a lot different than I expected.
It was a one story house, but it had a full basement, which is where the guys practiced, and besides the bedrooms, living room, and kitchen, the only extra room was a den. The house was simple, which wasn't something I was use to.
The basement was the exact opposite of the rest of the house, but I expected that. The guys had written all over the walls, the floor was covered in wires, and the only place to sit was on a bar stool in the corner.
But I had to admit it, All Time Low was an amazing band.
Rian was in the back of the room with the drums, Zack and Jack were in the middle of the room with their guitars, and Alex was in front with his microphone and guitar.
"Woo!" I screamed as the guys finished their last song.
"Why, thank you," Alex replied, taking a bow. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, I'm hungry let's go eat," Jack whined, running up the stairs.
"C'mon," Alex shouted at me, following Jack, Rian and Zack.
"I'm coming," I mumbled, walking up the stairs.
Sitting on the dinner table were two pizza boxes, bottles of sodas, and paper plates.
"Do your parents do this all the time?" I asked Rian, sitting down at the table.
"No, but every Friday they feed us. The other nights we eat at each others houses," Zack explained, taking a big bite out of the pizza.
"Are you guys ever home?" I inquired, looking at Alex.
"Not really," Alex replied.
"But Sundays we always spend the day with our families," Jack said.
"What about Saturdays?" I asked.
All of the guys grinned at me, a glimmer in their eyes.
"It depends," Alex said, "we either have shows or we party."
"Oh my God," I mumbled.
"You know, tomorrow there's a party at Matt's house, you should go!" Jack yelled at me, bouncing up and down in his seat.
"Uh, no. I swore to my parents I wouldn't do that anymore," I explained, my heart starting to beat faster at the memories.
"No offence, but you're parents don't care Lexi," Alex said, rubbing my arm.
I thought about that, and it was true. Ever since IT happened, my parents stopped caring what I did, so what was holding me back? The memory flooded into my brain and my blood ran cold. That won't ever happen again, I thought to myself.
"Fine. But I need you guys to promise me something," I said.
"Sure. Anything," Rian replied, staring at me intently.
"One of you needs to stay sober," I mumbled, hoping that they kept the promise.
"I will," Alex whispered, "but why?"
"You don't need to know!" I spat at him.
"Alright," Alex said, throwing his hands up in air.
I saw the guys share a look, but I didn't think about it, I was to freaked out about the party tomorrow.
"Okay, well I'm going to call it a night. See ya tomorrow at the party," Alex stated, taking my hand and leading me out of the house.
The drive home was quiet and when we got to my house it was dark. I knew my parents had a dinner meeting tonight, so they wouldn't be home until later.
Alex parked in my driveway and stared at me, waiting for me to talk about earlier. Finally I had enough, "what?"
"You're hiding something," he stated.
"That's none of your business," I mumbled, turning my head away from him.
"Yeah, I know. But if you talk about it, it might help," he offered.
"I've been to therapy and guess what? It doesn't help," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I know," he whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"I've been through therapy, it doesn't help," he stated.
"What happened?" I whispered-asked.
"My brother killed himself," he replied, his eyes getting watery.
"Aw, Alex," I mumbled, pulling him into a hug.
"So what happened to you?" He asked, wiping his eyes.
I thought about it, then shook my head.
"Alright, you don't have to tell me. But remember, I'm here," he offered, taking my hand.
"Yeah," I replied, "at some point I will."
"Okay," he whispered.
"I gotta go," I said, opening the car door. "Thanks for tonight, it was awesome."
"No problem, hey I'll pick you up at seven tomorrow!" He shouted out of the car window. I nodded my head and I ran into my house.
Just like I thought, my parents weren't home, so I ran up to my room and I grabbed my phone.
I called my best friend, Emily, and I told her that I was going to a party. She comforted me that nothing bad was going to happen to me, and that I was going to be okay.
She asked me if I was still cutting, and I told her no. I knew I freaked her out when I talked about that stuff, so I lied. Plus, I had promised all of my friends that I would stop when they put me into the hospital because I was cutting.
Right after I hung up with Emily, I felt guilty. So I walked into my bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
On the outside, you saw a Lexi that was happy, sweet, a good student, and a girl that hardly got into trouble.
But on the inside, that Lexi was nowhere to be found. Instead fear, depression, guilt and hurt were her feelings, and no one could fix that. She was broken and no one could fix her. But she put on a brave face acted happy.
Tears started rolling down my cheeks and soon I was sobbing.
I climbed into the shower and cut until it hurt. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I needed something that gave me feeling, and this was the only thing that did that.
When I climbed out of the shower I turned the water on so it would wash the blood out of the drain, then I washed my arm off.
I studied my wrist, looking at the scars that ran up my arm. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, trying not to think about it to hard.
I changed into shorts and tank top, and I was climbing into bed when I the clink of something hard hitting glass.
I turned on my closet light and moved the curtains away from my window.
Alex was leaning out of his window, so I opened mine up.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"I can't sleep," he said, rubbing his eyes.
"It's easy, just close your eyes," I said, sarcastically.
"You're funny! No, I keep thinking about Daniel," he confessed, looking sad.
"My front door's open, I'm the first door upstairs," I grumbled, closing my window.
Alex was over in less than a minute, only in his boxers. I tired not to look at his chest, and I failed miserably, but it was dark so he couldn't see me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, when he started to lay on the floor beside my bed.
"Not the right thing, I'm assuming," he said, looking up at me.
"Get over here," I mumbled, moving to lay on the right side of the bed.
"I owe you," he said, climbing under the covers.
"Just stay sober tomorrow and we're even," I whispered, turning over to look at him.
"I promise," he replied, putting a hand over his heart.
"Alright, night Alex," I grumbled, laying my head on his chest.
I felt him stiffen up, then relax, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Night Lexi," he whispered, kissing my forehead.
I grinned then slowed my breathing, falling asleep in his arms.
