CHAPTER SIX
One very unfortunate day, I was at school, like always, finishing up my Math final. I flew through it, marking the answers as easily as I now kiss Arrow. I finished with an hour and a half to spare, throwing down my scantron and my test onto my teacher's deck. As I was about to sit down, my teacher got a phone call. I was leaving. Jeez, I thought, Arrow had good timing! So, I took my small bag and left, walking down the flight of stairs to the office. But it wasn't Arrow who waited for me now.
A tall, lean man with black hair to his calves waited for me. His tips were as red as his eyes. He wore a black trench coat and black pants. He also wore black steel-toed boots, I soon found out.
He presented himself to me with the name Alexander, and asked if I'd please follow him. I did. But, all the while, I kept my hand in my coat pocket. I was texting Arrow.
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Alexander took me to an unknown masion, opening the car door for me. I typed in the address for Arrow. The man took me into the house, asking for my coat. I told him I'd keep it. I lied that I was sick. He took my lie, leading me into what I perseeved was a giant study. It's domed walls were covered in shelves upon shelves of books. There were three stories of them. The ceiling was painted with intricet paintings of angels, seraphs, and something about a demon. I don't really remember.
He took me to sit arcross from him at one of the reading tables, knitting his fingures together and resting his chin on them. As I typed in my location to Arrow, he smiled.
"Zander," he cooed, his red eyes holding a slight, unexplained amusement. "May I please see your cellphone?"
s**t. I got caught. I finished the last text and hended him my phone. I was totally ********' busted. Alexander flipped open my phone, clicking the buttons as if he was checking something. He chuckled, closing his eyes as he held my phone loosely in his hand. Without warning, he crushed my phone in his hand. His smile faded to an aggrivated scowl, his red eyes glaring at me.
He was gonna kill me, I knew it.
Alexanderwalked around the table to me, kneeling besides me. "Who's 'Arrowhead'?" He asked, me, pulling my chin to him because I wasn't looking at him. He saw the name I'd used for Arrow on my phone. At least he didn't know his name.
"My lover," I answered, blushing at the word. He snickered, pulling me closer to him.
"Well, since you're lover's coming to us, I should give him a greeting."
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The next part I really don't remember. All I know is that Alexander had stripped me down and was on top of me, only wearing his pants. I remember fighting him off as best I could, but didn't manage to get him off me. I was so panicced, I couldn't even scream.
I remember seeing Arrow come through the large doors of the study, holding a gun. His and Alexander stoke for a moment, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. The blood was pounding too loud in my ears. Finally, I remember Alexander pulling me up with him and pushing me into Arrow, who held me close to him. I heard the gunshot, but it didn't register that Alexander was dead until Arrow kneeled down to me and draped his coat around me. I began to convulse with sobs, my legs giving out beneath me. Arrow went down with me, holding me close to his chest again. I could hear myself talking, crying, sobbing, but I don't remember what I said.
"Hush now," I remember him saying, "he's gone, he won't hurt you again." I sobbed harder then, clutching onto him for dear life. The reason I was freaking out about this was because this was the second time something like this had happened to me. I think I told Arrow about Gered, because I heard him growling above me.
Gered was one of my exboyfriends. "Ex," because he'd beat me, abuse me, and tried to rape me on several occations. Succedded once. Alexander released what the psychiastrist said was a "mental relapse" of Gered. He played ********' Russian Ruquet* with me, for God's sake, of course it'd mess me up!
Arrow took me away, carrying me back to my apartment and cleaning me up. It worked. I didn't feel as filthy anymore.
-Owari
A.N.: *Russian Ruquet is a game you play when you put one bullet into a revolver, spin it a couple times, and pray that when you shoot that the bullet's not in there.
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