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Chapter 28- Alexander | Showers, Shoulders and Spite

Chapter 28: Showers, Shoulders and Spite

Alex heard the tap running and the slow, patterned beats of the water hitting the shower tiles from within the bathroom. He rubbed his palms down his face and sighed in defeat. 'Merde' he sighed. (Shit) 

While Faye had been in the shower for the last 40 minutes, Alex sat on the edge of their bed and contemplated all the different ways he could possibly fix the situation at hand. 

His immediate thought was that he should have stopped, then it was he couldn't possibly have stopped - not when she started moving against him. Not when she showed that she wanted him as much as he did her. 

He shut his eyes and he was immediately transported back, his senses betraying him. Her sounds, the sight of her writhing underneath him, the sensation of her heat on his. He trailed his fingers down to the scar on his chest and pressed down hard so that he could feel something else. Something, anything other than her. 

The pain burst red before his eyes and the scene drifted away but he would never forget it. He opened his eyes and in a haze he stared down at the slow turn of blue on his skin where he had pressed. A bruise was forming and he memorized the shape. He did this every-time he hurt himself. 

The shower tap stopped running and Alex could feel it as his heart beat increased exponentially. At the same moment he was about to turn to face the bathroom door, the entrance door to his cabin whipped open and Marie came bursting in. 

With tear stained cheeks, and a halo of dread - Alex could instantly tell something was wrong. He turned and went to Marie, the minute he reached her and she went lax against his body as if she couldn't hold herself up. 

"Alex, he's fucking done it..." she sobbed against him. He felt her body jolt against his with every cry. "I - I didn't even know till this morning" 

"Shh Marie, breathe and tell me what happened" 

Alex couldn't think of a single thing that could warrant such a reaction from Marie. 

Unless it was Jonathan. 

"Haven't you heard?" she whispered, her voice breaking. 

Of course it was Jonathan. 

Alex pulled her closer to him and let her face drop to his shoulder. He rubbed lines along her back and pressed a light kiss to the crown of her head. They probably had a fight he thought, being the regular mediator for Jonathan and Marie squabbles - he knew that they would solve it sooner rather than later. 

Marie wrapped her arms around his waist and shook with every bawl. 

Alex heard an audible gasp behind him, and with Marie still in his arms, he turned his head to see as Faye stood with a towel wrapped around her porcelain body.

Alex hissed as he trailed his eyes along her legs and up to her waist. The memory of their morning flashed back into his mind and all he wanted to do was go to her and lift her onto him. Kiss her until the bruises were no longer on his body but on his lips. 

 His eyes reached her face and time stopped when he saw the look of pure betrayal etched across all her features. 

Then it hit Alex. 

He was standing in his boxers holding Marie close to him, when him and Faye had just done what they did. He immediately shoved Marie off of him and distanced himself. Faye's eyes tracked him to where he stood and he realized that wasn't the best  decision because now she definitely thinks that he was doing something he shouldn't have. 

He groaned and saw her eyebrows pull together as she bit her lip, she looked down and walked to her closet. He trailed after her and couldn't fathom the words to come out of his mouth. He needed to explain! Why wasn't his mouth moving?

He reached out for her elbow and Faye whipped it out of his reach.

"Ne pense même pas à me toucher" her voice came out shattered. (Don't even think about touching me) 

Her name was on his lips but stopped short when he truly got a look of her eyes. It was as if his understanding and paradigm of this girl changed that instant. This wasn't a look of betrayal that had only been showed itself now. Her eyes were mature and tired, her body slack as if she was bracing for this to happen. Not if it was going to happen. But when - when Alex would break her trust. Faye had been betrayed before. 

Like rapid-fire, she took a t-shirt and her jeans from the shelf and walked calmly back to the bathroom, with nothing but the light whimpers of Marie to soundtrack her hurt. His world came crashing with every step she took and just as the lock of the bathroom clicked, so did his fucking heart. 

Alex thought of running after her, and explaining but he turned to Marie and saw her sitting on the floor with her face hiding behind her hands and her body wracking with sobs. She was rocking on the balls of her feet. This reaction was new, he never had this when her and Jon fought.

Something was fucking wrong. His friend needed him. 

He went to her and sat in front of her. "Marie, please tell me" 

Another burst of sobs ricocheted in the air, and everything crumbled inside Alex. He dragged his hand to her neck and pulled her head up to look at him. 

Marie finally opened her eyes and looked at Alex. Her chin quivered as she whispered lightly into the room. The stinging tension collapsing on her every word. 

"He OD'ed. Jonathan fucking overdosed, Alex" 

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