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Leix POV
"Ugh," I groaned, sitting up.
"Morning," Alex whispered, taking my hand.
"What the hell!" I screamed, trying to remember last night, "oh."
"Yeah, oh," he muttered.
"I'm sorry?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't want to talk about it.
"Not gonna get you out of it this time, start talking," he said, pulling me onto his lap.
"What do you wanna know?" I inquired, hoping he didn't want my life story.
"Why you freaked out like that," he replied, rubbing my back.
I took a deep breath, "I was raped," I whispered, burring my head into his shoulder.
"Oh my God, what happened?" Alex asked, kissing my forehead.
"I was a party girl, and one night I drank too much. So this guy came over and started to talk to me, and I thought he cute, so I gave him my number. Somehow he got my address and a week later he broke into my house and raped me." I finished with tears in my eyes.
"What did they do to him?" he growled, obviously furious about this.
"He was a minor, so they put him in some juvie jail," I mumbled, wiping my eyes.
"I'm so sorry," Alex whispered, his eyes filling up with water.
"Alex, I'm fine," I said, kissing his cheek.
As I was pulling away Alex turned his head, causing him and I to kiss. Neither of us pulled back, in fact we got closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck, while he rested his hands on my hips.
Eventually, we had to pull back for back for air, but we kept our foreheads touching.
"Wow," I breathed.
"I know," he mumbled, taking my hand and playing with my fingers. "What are doing today?"
"Nothing," I replied.
"Hang with me and the band, we have to talk to our tour manager," he explained, smiling.
"I thought you said that Sundays were for family?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow.
"Normally they are, but we have to talk about tour," he said, looking at his clock, "in a hour."
"Tour!" I screamed, excited for him.
"Nothing huge, it's like five shows in New York," he corrected me.
"Oh," I sighed, "you sure you want me to go?"
"Yeah, I need to show off my girlfriend," he said, leaning in to kiss me again.
"Okay, lemme go get changed," I said, pulling back.
"You don't have to, you have clothes here," Alex got up and went into his closet, pulling out basketball shorts and a hoddie.
"These aren't mine," I said slowly, trying not to laugh.
"Just wear them," he grumbled, going into his closet to get changed.
I rolled my eyes and walked into his bathroom. I looked into his mirror and smiled, I don't remember the last time I was this happy. And I had stopped cutting, which was a bonus.
When I walked out of the bathroom Alex was shoving his keys and phone into his pocket. He was wearing black skinny jeans (I was starting to wonder if that's all he owned) and a Good Charlotte band tee.
"Ready?" I asked, slipping on my shoes.
"Let's do it," he answered, taking my hand and leading me out of the house.
