Okay, just a few words. I would like the dedicate this chapter to the @Atlanta_Stones. She has been voting and commenting on every singly chapter. Thank you so much for the way that you have supported me. Nothing motivates me more than when you guys comment (and vote) on my chapters. Anyways thank you so much @Atlanta_Stones... I'll let you read now. *wink, wink*

-Treetop

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Nataliya- 6 Years Ago 

"Don't you dare come here if your sex stained!"  I throw a crushed up paper at him, my lips curling as it hits him on his head. 

Alex brushes it aside, "Sex stained?"

"You know... When you and Gina went all the way over and over again. So don't you dare come in if you haven't showered."

He starts laughing. Laughing. What the hell. Why is he laughing. 

His hands cling to the edges of the window as he pulls himself up and over landing softly on his boots against the wooden floor. 

"ALEX! DON'T YOU DARE COME IN IF YOUR SEX STAINED!"

He laughs, "Relax, I showered."

I huff, "Good."

He hopped on the bed beside me, crossing his legs. I tensed. The bruises. Thank god I was wearing a hoodie... but my neck. Shit. Only the dim lights and the hood I was wearing covered it. I hadn't put concealer. At this rate Alex was sure to see it. 

I jumped off the bed, "Hold up, I have to go to the bathroom."

Alex cocks a brow, shaking his head slightly.

I roll my eyes, racing into the bathroom so he doesn't see.

Slamming and locking the door behind me, I grabbed the concealer and started rubbing it against my neck, wincing when I pushed to hard. He wouldn't notice. Alex couldn't notice, I mean he was a boy. I doubt he would know the difference.... right?

When I feel satisfied that it isn't visible anymore, I push out of the bathroom, moving to lean against the wall facing the bed. 

Alex cocks his head.

I cock my head.

Alex sticks his tongue out.

I stick my tongue out. 

Alex shakes his head. 

I shake my head.

"LIYA."

I snort. "Sorry." I hop onto the bed next to him. "Why are you here?  

"Ouch." He put a hand on his chest in mock hurt, "You don't sound so pleased to see me."

"You know I always am."

He shakes his head, "My mom brought in a hooker, the noises aren't all that pleasing."

"Ah, I see." I never did like Alex's mom.

He turns to me, resting his on his arm. A very muscular arm. He reaches out and wraps his hand around my arm pulling me down next to him. Immediately I wince as my stomach hits the mattress. Alex's eyes narrow.

"Why'd you wince."

I tense. "I didn't."

"You can't lie to me Liya. Why'd you wince."

I roll my eyes, trying to as if I thought he was an idiot. "Look, Alex-"

I shriek as rolls on top of me, pulling me under him. There was not time to protest, as his hand yanks up my hoodie's front, revealing the overlapping bruises across my stomach.

"Where the fuck did these come from!?!" Alex roars, anger swarming in his eyes, flecked with apparent concern. I flinched at his tone, he seems to notice this and calms down.... slightly. "Liya?"

"I- I fell on my stomach, in the bathroom, yesterday."

"Don't lie to me Nataliya, I know the difference between bruises from falling and punches. Now tell me, who did this to you." Alex's voice is softer but, the anger hasn't left his eyes. Neither had the concern.

"Alex, I fell."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"You clearly didn't, tell me Liya. Who did this to you. Because I swear, once I get my hands on him...." Alex was mad. It was obvious. A muscle was ticking in his jaw, and he looked... ready to kill someone. His rage was swirling in those dark golden flecked eyes.

I just shook my head. I was this close to crying, the water was welling up in my eyes as a tear slowly dripped down my cheek, falling from my chin. Dammit, what was wrong with me.

"Liya." Alex's hand caressed my cheek, "I will tear apart whoever dared to touch you. I swear. No one is going to hurt you. You're like a sister to me."

I stiffened. My heart seemed to be squeezing, as if I could barely breath. What he said, you're like a sister to me, it hurt me. Why would it hurt me that Alex thought of me like... a sister. But it did. It did.

"Get out." I rasped.

"Liya..."

"Get out, Alex."

"No."

I push at his chest, trying to make him let me up. He sighs and rolls over. I jump off the bed, stumbling back and hitting against the wall. I was trembling hard now. My throat clogging up.

"GET OUT! JUST GO!" 

"No, you are going to tell who has been hurting you. And, yes Liya, I can see that purple bruise shaped like a hand around your neck. Who the fuck has been hurting you!" His muscled body was shaking. Shaking with clear rage.

"Just go, Alex... please...." I hate, I so hate the way my voice cracks on that last word.

"You won't tell me... will you? This isn't about trust is it Liya. I know you trust me... Fine. But I will. I fucking will find out who hurt you." 

"Just go," I whisper. And he's out before I can say another word, climbing down from the window. The same way I got into his house, hundreds of times.

I lean back against the wall. It hurt, more than I could imagine. I was just like a sister to him. Nothing more. So.... why does he have to care so much. He's Alex. My best friend. The one person who makes me happy. But I was just a sister to him. That's all. Nothing more. So why did it hurt so damn much.

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Hey guys, didn't end on a cliffhanger (I don't think I did). Anyway I just felt obligated to give you a chapter, so here there it was. Hope you enjoyed it... Sorry that it's short... 

On a happier note, we now have sixty-three reads. Yay. It may not really be a lot but it means a lot to me and hopefully to you to, *wink, wink* 

I don't when the next chapter will be posted but hopefully soon. Thanks again for all your support (I will never be able to stop saying that, so get used to it) and byeeee. *cheers and waves, bowing*

- Treetop