She's Mine

Chapter 5 - Aaron

I watch the TV carefully as Alessandra falls into yet another trap. God, how the fuck did she screw up again. It was bad. I was really worried I could hear the gunshots through the News station at the scene. My heart ached for her. I knew damn well she would not come to me for help so I had no choice but to go to her. She might not ask for help but I knew she would need it.

            I had to get out of the bar without alarming the other members. They were so high it really made no difference. I don't think they even noticed me leave. I rushed to Al's house which was more of an apartment than anything but hey I'm not one to judge.

            When I saw her, I was washed over with worry but hid for a second trying to control the anger I had for who hurt her. She looked in distress but I expected nothing less than the reaction she gave me. When I saw the amount of damage done to her. I could care less about her stupidity; I could not let her bleed out. However, once I got her calm enough to look at her wound, I knew damn well it would be difficult. I knew she needed to be stitched which also came with her horrible fear of needles.

I hated the idea of putting her through that amount of physical and mental pain but I wouldn't do it unless it was necessary. Watching her squirm in my grasp was cute. She really thought that she could overpower me. it was sweet but no... no she could not. I'm not quite sure what lengths I would have gone to, to make sure she was ok but I know that if I had to handcuff her to a bed I would. What the actual fuck is wrong with me. No nope not my kinky ass would not do that. Yes, it would. Holy shit I'm messed up.

            Alessandra had always been afraid of needles and sharp objects, but it was less from the physical pain it gave her it was more of a mental block. She was the product of one hell of a fucked-up family. Her parents were addicts. They would drug her in order to knock her out so they did not have to deal with her. She had been given lots of needles in her past but she was more worried about the effects she would get after receiving them. She experiences the worst side effects like being paralyzed for hours, while her parents beat her down to a pulp, from the effects of the drugs.

All just to test the drugs to make sure that it would not kill them. The first time I noticed her fear was in the back of an ambulance after she attempted to take her life. I was there she tried to cut through her skin but I tackled her before she had the chance to do any detrimental damage. Hearing her sob into my arms had fucked me up, she thought I forgot but I could never. When she was in the back of the ambulance I had called because the blood was everywhere. She fought against the iv they tried to put in. We had to hold her down long enough for them to insert it and calm her down. She was 15 for God's sake it tore me to pieces. I have never ever wanted to do it again. That's when I first had a sense of protectiveness towards her. It was a day I could never forget; it was burned into my mind.

            I practically had to hold her down long enough to do finish the stitches it broke my heart to see her like that. After a few hours, I finished up her bandages. She laid there peacefully unconscious on the floor. Millions of thoughts ran through my head. I couldn't decide whether I should stay or leave. I'm glad I chose to stay. I picked Al up to bring her to her bed and carefully placed her underneath the covers. I took a few steps back unsure of how to proceed. I looked at how calm and peaceful she looked and I remembered how much I missed her. As I watched her, I was filled with regret for leaving. I am overwhelmed with emotions of guilt and anger because I was unable to protect Al.

            I carefully sit down at the bed examining every aspect of her face and body, paying special attention to her breathing. That stubborn bitch better not die.

How could I have left such a perfect person? At this point I have realized that I was not filled with any hatred for Al, I just could not hate on some as perfect as her. How in the hell did this happen, having flashbacks of when it all went downhill?  Eventually, I lay down next to Al making sure to stay awake to keep an eye on your breathing so I don't lose her again. I could no longer hate her because I realized that I fell in love with her.

Eventually, after a few hours, Al slowly woke slightly confused as to where she is and look over and see me lying next to her. I didn't notice that she was awake and was too focused on how peaceful she looks. She reaches for my hand and grabs it slowly in a reassuring way to show that she's ok. We both make eye contact, nobody saying a word, just enjoying each other's presence. As I'm looking at her, she can't help herself "so the bad boy has a soft side huh?" she says in a mocking way. I can't help myself either and I give her a cute little smirk pulling her in closer to me. Normally she would have pulled away but she doesn't because she realizes that we can both finally relax because we finally feel safe again in the arms of the person, we love the most.  I found my partner again.