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Here - Alessia Cara

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"You're not my type" she whispers to my ear before walking away. Me? I'm not her type? I'm everyone's type, even guys. How can I not be her type? What is it about me that isn't her type? I mean, I'm charming and handsome, and I have good taste, what is it about me? I knew it, I should've unbuttoned another button.

A million thoughts storm in my head as I feel a sharp pain scar my heart, god is this what rejection feels like? An utterly annoying pain, that hurts you so badly you feel like you might even fall on your knees and cry. Why did I even touch her? How did I manage to even touch her? She's the first girl I've ever even tried laying my hands on, except for some other girls I've slept with, but that doesn't count. Because I wanted to touch her. She's this kind of gorgeous flower trapped behind a cage in a museum, you just want to touch it to feel the beauty of it.

"It's okay to be rejected, Alex." I hear Devon say as he pats my shoulder. But it's not okay though, it's just not okay. I'm literally dying, this is death, this is God's way of punishing me before I am summoned down to hell and burn. Four words, only four words from the devil, four deadly words that are killing me.

"Wait, where did Zach go?" Nathaniel asks. I look around, shocked at how easily Zach can disappear without us even noticing. Probably not Devon, Devon notices and sees everything. Man has an IQ of 160 but doesn't even know how to charm a lady. I think back, Devon, the smartass can't charm a lady, but I can, not that girl but any other ladies. Older brothers can be smarter than younger brothers.

"You know what, you guys care to join me on shots?" I ask the boys as I start walking backward to the kitchen. Maybe that will help me shake off the pain of rejection and get myself a girl to play around with.

"No, I'm driving," Devon says as he follows me.

"And I'm not getting drunk tonight." Nathaniel jumps in.

Wow, such lame people that don't know how to party.

"Fine then I'll just get a drink"

This must be the lamest party I've ever been to, even the alcohol here sucks. I should've just stayed at home and slept, it's only been an hour and I feel like I'm about to pass out on this couch. The only thing interesting about this party is the ladies giving me a freak show, honestly a little bit disgusting, but it's better than nothing.

I excuse the ladies as I walk away. Feeling too comfortable in this house I take the steps up the stairs as an old memory creeps in my mind.

"Dave, you can never catch me! You're old and slow!" I shout it so loudly that the entire world can hear me as I take a swing and run up the stairs. "Alex, don't call your dad Dave." Mom laughs as she watches us run up the stairs. I hate taking baths, I'd rather swim in a pool of mud than take another bath. When I reach up the stairs Mom catches me and picks me up. "Dave, save me!" I shout kicking my legs and arms around.

Annoying memories I wish I could erase. I never understood why Dave even liked Mom, she wasn't even that great, wasn't even that great with us, Devon, Nathaniel, and I. She was the evil step-mom you'd see in movies and fairytales.

"Stop!" I hear someone squeal

Jesus Christ, are you joking? Did I just stumble across a porn shoot or what? I turn back, ready to go back downstairs before I hear something familiar, a voice or maybe a sentence that catches my steps.

"Please, you're hurting me!"

I stop in my steps, I'm sure I've heard that voice somewhere. But who am I to care, I've heard plenty of voices tonight, it can't be hers. Why do I even care? Just walk Alex.

"Zach, please" she cries out this time.

My eyes widen as the voice repeats in my head, I know who it is, how could I even forget her voice? My hands clench into fists, ready to beat Zacarius until he's drowning in a pool of his blood. He might be my best friend but it's over after this, no one, not even a drunk person can be forgiven after hurting a woman that knows her standards. I follow her cries as they get louder and louder with each step I take. My blood starts boiling as I imagine how she must feel, trapped and hopeless. I don't love her, I don't like her but you don't disrespect a woman like that, especially when she has told you to stop multiple times.

"You're drunk please" she cries out.

I can feel the tears forming in her eyes stabbing me through my stomach as I reach into the room. Zacarius has her cornered to a wall, hitting her so hard, that it makes her skin turn red, almost purple. Her clothes are stripped off, and the only thing she's wearing is her pink lace underwear. I pull him by the collar of his blouse, pushing him down on the floor before I pull him against the window, holding him up in a chokehold. He tries to fight back, punching me in my stomach with his fists, the same hands that hurt her. The rage building in my body burns me like flames, making me feel a burning feeling I've never felt before.

"Zacarius, what the fuck is up with you!" I yell as I punch him in the face, the first one for stripping her dress off, the second one for touching her, the third one for hitting her, the fourth one for making her uncomfortable, and the fifth one for making her almost cry. Fuck I might as well kill him now when he has blacked out, but I need to bring her home or at least take care of her, now.

I drop Zacarius leaving him on the floor, before I walk up to her, my blouse and fist covered in blood. Her eyes are wide open, but no tears run down her bloodshot eyes as she's standing frozen in place. I look around, letting my eyes travel around this room, trying to search for her dress but the motherfucker Zacarius needed to tear it apart.

She's shivering, her arm covered in goosebumps, and I don't understand why, but I pull her closer to me. Her soft skin touches my hand as I'm unbuttoning my blouse. I walk over to the bed in the middle of the room, softly placing her on the bed before taking the blouse off me and putting it on her. As I try to pull her arms through the sleeves, I'm shocked that I'm touching her, that I'm even enjoying the feeling of my skin with another person's skin. But she shakes me off, shaking her head rapidly as she stares into my eyes through her long dark lashes.

"Let me, you're freezing," I whisper, trying again, pulling her arms through the sleeves, this time she lets me, biting down on her bottom lip. I then button the blouse but she's still not talking, and I can see that she is traumatized, she's silent, with her facial expression still the same as when I came. She's reliving the assault again and again and again. I pull her into my naked chest as I feel her harsh breaths hit my skin. I love it, I love it so much. How her face warms up my chest, how her body feels in my grip. How can I even hate this?

"Where do you live? Let me take you home, please" I whisper as I hold her tight against my body. But she doesn't answer, she doesn't do anything, she's just frozen. God, how can a person even disrespect a woman like this, especially when she's nothing but nice and sweet to you?

"Please, princess." I plead she has no name, I didn't get to ask for it earlier. And right now asking her will be useless, as the only answer I'm getting from her is her shaking her head against my body. She pushes away from me, and suddenly the warmth from her is gone and it feels cold like a freshly stabbed wound. She looks me into my eyes with her bloodshot eyes as she starts breathing uncontrollably.

"D-don't try to c-charm me" she chokes on her words, biting down on her bottom lips so hard I fear she might start bleeding. "Y-you're never going to p-pull me," she says, her voice shaky as she continues to bite down on her bottom lips. I pull down on the bottom lip with my thumb, seeing a little scar on the side where she bit on it.

"Bite down on my shirt," I whisper softly, I could've never believed myself to talk so softly to a girl who has rejected me. Or even being in the same room as her.

"Please let me bring you home, stay with you, bring you to trusting friends, whatever you want princess. Tell me and I'll do it." I place my hand underneath her jaw as my thumb strokes her jaw back and forth. The feeling is such a rewarding feeling, a feeling I fear that I will never get again after this day. But she continues to shake her head, not wanting my help at all like I do this just for her to tell me that I'm her type or to become her type.

"I will forget this, I promise," I whisper.

We stay silent for another moment, the music from downstairs starts filling the room as she stares at me with her glossed eyes. I don't know what to say or do, I don't love her, I just pity her. She didn't deserve this, no one deserves this. I understood the moment she said I wasn't her type, but I would never do anything to charm her, not like this to charm her. That would've been wrong.

"C-can y-you—" she stutters, her tears choking down her throat making her give up on trying to communicate.

"I can do anything you want, tell me," I whisper, wiping the tears on her face with my thumb.

"F-find V-Veronica and Melanie," she says before she crashes into my chest, her breaths are hard and heavy. I go into my pockets, dialing Devon. But after a ring, it goes straight to voicemail, God now is not the time to be a D.N.D princess. I call him another time begging for him to answer quickly so little princess can get home safely as quickly as possible. After four rings he answers.

"What do you want, Alex?" He asks in an annoyed tone, as always.

"I need you to find Veronica and Melanie," I say, feeling her hot touch disappear as it turns cold, I push little Princess up for her to sit on my lap, making it more comfortable for the both of us. Devon and Nathaniel are fighting about why they should even listen to me, but when I try to plead by saying "Please Dev-" little Nathaniel teleports into the conversation and says "Alright Alex!" And hangs up the phone call.

I hug her tightly, feeling the feeling I've always hated turn into an experience I can always have. I don't have any feelings for this girl but I've been taught that.

"Alex, if you want to be a gentleman like me. You can't make a lady cry." Dave says as he's fixing my perfectly done tie.

"Well, Dave. I don't like her, so I said no." I say confidently. Dave lets out a sigh before he fixes my hair.

"Woah there!" I say almost yelling at him.

"I'm going to have my hair slicked back." I backed away, showing him my palm for him to stop.

He pushes the palm away as he says. "Alex, go out there and comfort the lady"

I cross my arms in anger. "Dave, I don't like her!" I tell him for the 50th time.

"Alex, you hurt her, you fix her. Okay?" He says, I think about it again, maybe if I fix her she could stop being annoying. So I listen to him, walking out the door, ready to fix this girl.

"OH MY GOD!" I turn my head back as I see a girl in a purple dress scream, running towards Zacarius's unconscious body as she cries.

"What did you do to him?" She screams, tears strolling down her face.

"ALEX!" Devon shouts at me like he's going to scold me.

"W-where's R-Rose." The girl in the green dress says, hiding behind Devon. Rose? That must be the princess' name. Rose, like my favorite flower, roses. Little Rosie, such a beautiful name for a monster like her.

I turn my body for them to see Rosie in my chest. She inches closer to me, pressing her body closer to me. Everyone is being so loud, can't they see that she's is hurt? Are they stupid?

"YOU DICK!" The girl in a purple dress cries out. "You killed my brother!" She continues crying and assuming things. I've never killed that bastard, he's just weak and passed out.

"Well your brother almost killed your friend, how do you feel about that!" I yell, not realizing I could've scared Rosie. "I'm sorry, princess" I whisper to her, stroking her back.

"Zach wouldn't do that!" The girl in the purple dress cries out, her mascara making lines that run down her face.

"Oh yeah, then explain why your friend got her clothes stripped off, as her whole torso is marked by purple and yellow spots?" I say, letting all the rage and anger out of my mouth, Veronica is a bastard, her friend is in a stranger's lap, pale and scared, while all she can care about is her brother who isn't really her bio brother and is just blacked out, he's just taking a princess nap. Nothing important.

The girl in the green dress steps forward to the ripped dress of Rosie as she starts shaking. "He's not w-worng." Melanie stutters, exactly like how Nathaniel stutters.

"He isn't lying!" She shouts with her squeaky voice as tears run down her face.

Veronica collapses on the floor, her hands covering her face as she turns away from her brother's body. This went from a birthday party to a fucking American girly teeny movie. I need to get Rosie home safely, and the rest of the girls will also be transferred home safely.

"Nathaniel, call Kent," I instruct Nathaniel, as he goes into his pocket to take out his phone.

"And?" He asks as he dials Kent's number, our loyal driver.

"Tell him to bring my black Audi," I say before Nathaniel walks out of the room and starts talking to Kent. While he's doing all that, I tell Devon to bring Veronica and Zach to the hospital because I'm not going to get a mark for murder, my criminal record just got wiped. When Kent arrives we're going first to Rosie's apartment then Melanie's apartment. The plan is set now. I just need to find out where Rosie lives.

"Melanie, where do you and Rosie live?" I ask Melanie, she's sitting next to Rosie and me as she looks terrified at Rosie.

"Rose and I live together so I can show you." She whispers softly.

"Kent is on his way," Nathaniel informs.

"Alright, let's go then." I pick Rosie up in my arms. We all walk down the stairs, passing through the crowded room with people dancing and singing. And out where we wait for Kent. The cold air hits my chest, but it worries me that the wind is slamming on Rosie too hard making her cold.

"Wait, aren't you cold?" I hear Melanie say. I'm not cold, I have my warmth right here in my arms from Rosie. There's nothing else that can warm me up.

"Nathaniel, give me your blazer," I demand. He unbuttons his blazer and tosses it over to me. I then catch it, covering it over the little princess' body, hoping that it will warm her up as we wait for Kent.

Kent finally appears, I pull the door open and hop in the back seat with Rosie and Nathaniel as Melanie sits in the front guiding Kent. Once we arrive at the house or apartment, Rosie is no longer in my hands to take care of. Melanie is the one who's going to keep her safe and I will just forget her the next day like I promised. She told me "You're not my type" so why bother even trying to charm her when she made it clear that she hates me? Can't say I like her either, I just pity her for being hurt by my friend and I need to take full responsibility for that.

We arrived, and I pick her up as Melanie unlocks the door, she lives in a fucking house, with two stories. How could she even afford that? We walk upstairs to Rosie's bedroom, goddamn her room is fucking pink! There's a pink princess-looking bed in the middle of the room with two opened windows on each side that are covered by pink see-through curtains that flow by the wind going through the window.

"You can lay her on her bed," Melanie says, her voice a little bit cracky. I take a deep breath, not ready to let her go just yet, but I must. So I lay my princess softly on the bed, tucking her in. Take her hoop earrings off and place them carefully on her wooden nightstand before I close both of the windows on each side of the bed.

"Good night Melanie," I say, leaving the house as I go in my pocket to grab my phone. I open Zach's contacts and block him, I can't have people like that in my life, especially when I need to take care of his mistakes. 

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AN:

Hey, if these next 20 chapters give you brain damage, I sincerely apologize. Blame the zlittleangel who wrote this in Febuary 2024.