Favorite Crime - HD

Part 3. Who is he?

I waited for about 20 minutes for them to leave. For those 20 minutes they seriously just stood and talked, and processing what happened.

When they finally left I went back. Back to the edge of the cliff. I stand there, looking out of the town. It's a shame that the last thing I'll see before my breath stops is this shit town.

I wish I could be happy. But I truly don't believe I can be. So instead of living my whole life in grief, I would much rather not be living at all. It's not like anyone would miss me, right?

Just when I stood with one foot off the edge, I heard something. "Hey" I heard a familiar male voice say. I turn around.

"Get away from there" Kid Danger continued calmly, reaching out his hand. I didn't take it. I could feel another tear running down my cheek.

My breath was fast, and uneven. He looked with me with sorrow in his eyes. There was a kind of calmness in his eyes, a kind of calmness that made me feel like he actually cared. But I didn't believe the feeling.

"Don't worry about it" I say coldly, turning back around. He came up to me, sitting besides me on the edge. I didn't, I kept standing there.

"You shouldn't be here" I say, more tears running down my cheek. "Neither should you" he said, looking out over the town. I look down at him. What was he doing?

"You good?" He asked, looking up at me. "I'm fine" I say, now looking out over the town, but I could feel his gaze on me. "You don't look fine"

"Then stop looking"
He did. I kinda wish he didn't.

"Sit down" he said. I did. I don't know why I did. I was probably just another person to save to him. He gets paid for saving me. He didn't really care.

"What's your name?" He asked. Now looking at me. "Alex" I said. I didn't like being called Alexa. Only my father called me Alexa, my mother called me Alex.

He nodded, looking away from me again.

"Why are you here, Alex?" He asked. I didn't want to answer. Why did he care? Plus, he probably already knew.

"You know why I'm here, Kid Danger" I replied. I refused to look at him, saying this. I couldn't get myself to.

He looked at me. I still refused to look back. "You know what I mean" he almost whispered. I did. He wanted me to tell him why. Why I was there.

"My life is shit" I told him, looking down. He once again, looked away from me. "That's not a reason to kill yourself, everyones life is shit" he said.

I started to get irritated. I stood up, brushing of my jeans. "You don't know shit what has happened to me" I say angrily. I always did this. Taking my sorrow out on others.

"You know, I was 13 when I took my job" he started. I stopped. Why was he telling me this?

"Don't get me wrong, I love my job. But sometimes I feel like I'm missing out. I'm 17 years old, and I feel like I have every single life on my shoulders, because I do. At least in swellview. I can't make any mistakes because everyone expects me to be a superhero" he continues

I didn't know what to say. I was stunned. I sat down again. Looking at him. He looked back at me. We stared into each other's eyes. "Now you have to tell me your story, at least a part of it" he broke the silence.

I sighed as I looked away from me. "My mom died when I was 11" I started. "My dad started drinking, started getting mad for everything I did. He started hitting me" he flinched at the last part.

"I look a lot like my mom, she was my best friend. But when she died, my dad started pretending I was her. I stopped going to school, I started coping by drinking, doing drugs, started smoking, fucking every guy who payed attention to me... hurting myself"

He sighed at the last part. I still wasn't looking at him and he still looked at me. Suddenly I felt him reaching his hand forwards and putting my hair behind my ear. I looked at him.

It felt like we stared into each other's eyes for eternity. But soon that eternity ended when I wiped a tear away from my cheek and looked away from him. "Uhm... shouldn't you be out catching bad guys right now?"

He said nothing. He kept staring at me. "You're really beautiful, Alex. You shouldn't throw it all away like that" he smiled. I looked back at him.

"Who are you?" I asked, giggling a little, wiping a tear away. He smiled at me. Suddenly I burst out into more tears, sobbing. He hugged me. Tightly.

I felt like he cared. I didn't want to feel that way. "Hush, now. It's okay. You're not alone" he whispered, brushing my hair.

A/N: once again, I'm sorry if this is a short chapter. But anywaysss.... I hope you liked this chapter and please leave comments and suggestions on what you want to read in this story<33