by Bry Ann
Table of Contents
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:
Chapter 21:
Chapter 22:
Chapter 23:
Chapter 24:
Chapter 25:
Chapter 26:
Chapter 27:
Chapter 28:
Chapter 29:
Chapter 30:
Chapter 31 (Rex):
Chapter 32 (Gunner):
Saving Them
Saving Them
This book is a work of fiction, the characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
ISBN – 978-0-9995318-3-9
Dedication:
To everyone who never gave up in the face of immeasurable pain.
... And to everyone reading these books. THANK YOU! <3
“Change happens when the pain of holding on is greater than the pain of letting go.”
Author Note: This book is DARK! If you’ve been keeping up with this series, you know this series is a collection of life stories between friends who have all been through so much and stick together through it all. They find love. They find peace. Alexa’s story is hard to read at times and dark but wait. Friendship is powerful. Love is powerful. She is a survivor. Plus, this is part one! Part two… the happy ending! It may or may not be coming VERY SOON after the release of this one. I love you all. Enjoy!
Table Of Contents
Prologue:
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2:
Chapter 3:
Chapter 4:
Chapter 5:
Chapter 6:
Chapter 7:
Chapter 8:
Chapter 9:
Chapter 10:
Chapter 11:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15:
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:
Chapter 21:
Chapter 22:
Chapter 23:
Chapter 24:
Chapter 25:
Chapter 26:
Chapter 27:
Chapter 28:
Chapter 29:
Chapter 30:
Chapter 31 (Rex):
BONUS SCENE:
Chapter 32 (Gunner):
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Author Notes
Prologue:
I sat quietly, staring across the room at my friends. It still was blowing my fucking mind that sweet little Dana was with Gunner of all people, the drug lord. I am really not even sure if Dana knows what a big deal he is. Tim may have “kicked him out” of his little group, but make no mistake, Gunner wanted out. Because if he wanted in, he damn well would have been fucking in.
I have to say, seeing them together is like witnessing a chemical reaction or some shit like that. The two are made for each other. He brings out the best in Dana, her strength, her fight, and she sure as shit brings out the best in him. It’s a miracle they got together. It’s a miracle Gunner let it happen. I thought Logan and Sam were annoying, but Gunner and Dana are worse. Why? Because what they have is the desire of every human being; ultimate trust and respect in one another. Even as cold hearted and bitter as I am I want that, and fuck, it kills me to watch them.
The only person in the room I am truly aware of, however, is Rex sitting next to me. His presence is like ice in my bones and fire in my heart. I hate that man. He’s the only one who can make me fucking feel. Sam’s my best friend, my sister, and I love her. I’ve even worried over her. Same with Dana, to a lesser extent. The dudes are cool, Logan and Gunner, but I feel nothing. Okay, I admit Jazmine has my heart. I’d give a kidney to that kid, but those emotions only go so deep. All these people let me keep shit buried deep, and I love it. I need it. Rex, on the other hand, pulls things out of me. Things I don’t want to feel. He’s seen too much, he knows too much of me. The way he looks at me wavers between wanting to murder me or complete indifference, like he doesn’t even care that I exist. I don’t know how I feel about either of those looks. I hate it. I hate him. I hate him. I fucking hate him. I don’t usually hate anyone. It’s too strong of an emotion and a waste of my precious time. There are few people I’ve hated. My dad. The Russian. He takes the cake, but also the men who assaulted Sam. They ripped her body apart. She is still so scared. Badass as fuck and owning it like the mother she is, but still… I’ll never forget when she entrusted me to help her get ready at the hospital. When she took off her gown and I saw the beating she took, the gashes all over her body, even I was sick. No amount of hardness I had built over the years could have prepared me for that moment.
Even with all that said, no one has taken as much of my emotional bank as Rex fucking Carter. Since we were kids this boy has done that to me, and I hate him for it. The last bit of humanity I have left is because of him, and I don’t want it! I don’t.
Sam’s voice is what snaps me out of my fog.
“Alexa,” Sam whispers. I already know where this is going. “It’s time babe. How do you know Rex? Who were you before you met me?”
I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to resist the urge to run or punch them all square across the face. I am not beyond that by the way. I gather my courage and take a look over Rex. I’m at least relieved to see he looks just as uncomfortable and pissed off as me.
“You know you can trust us. You know,” Sam emphasizes. “You’re family. We love you and this is creating distance between us. Don’t push us away. Please.”
Sam is begging me. Sam Perkins Prescott doesn’t beg. The family line got to me. I’m not even going to lie. Sam is the only person in the world I’d even come close to considering family. She’s a girl after my own heart. Even married to Logan flipping Prescott she manages to be an independent woman. She’s one of the few people I respect so I meet her gaze.
“I know,” I say softly to her. I know I sound different, weird, but it’s not often emotions overwhelm me. This happens to be one of those times. I look over at Rex, whose eyes are boring into mine. “It’s your story Rex. Go on.”
He looks at me more closely. I know he is asking permission with his gaze. He wants to be sure I want him to tell it. I nod. I know I’m going to take the story back from him at some point, but he needs to start it. The beginning is his and I will give him that. Once he sees that I'm sure he turns away from me, his eyes hardening again. I pretend not to notice. It hurts less that way.
“I met Alexandra when I was seven…” he begins. “I met her dad when I was eight.”
The room goes silent as everyone waits to hear what Rex has to say. I, on the other hand, am busy staring at Rex’s hands which are clenching and unclenching at a rapid pace. I’m zoning out. I’m super good at that.
It’s my best fucking talent.
And you’ll see why…
When you hear my story.
Chapter 1:
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sp; I take a glance across the room at Gunner who’s staring at me with raised eyebrows. I got into this mess because of him. I’d do it all over again for that man. I owe him my life. Seeing Alex, Alexa, however, was not part of the plan. I thought I’d gotten away from her when they all went back home, but then Dana showed up at my door looking pissed as all hell and desperate. I couldn’t just throw her out. I know what an asshole Gunner can be and then having Logan Prescott for a brother. Well, I’d be desperate for an out too, so I opened my door to her. The second she came stomping through my living room though, I knew I’d gotten myself right back in the middle of a mess of a girl who will seemingly never go away.
I clench my fists again. This is not a story I ever wanted to tell. I mean who the hell wants to tell the story of the day they got their heart broken. Shattered. I’ve learned secrets about Alexa that would break anyone’s heart. But I’ve also learned how heartless she can be, which is exactly why I am going to tell this story, because she doesn’t want me to. She doesn’t want her friends to know her past. She is being cornered into telling it or she’ll risk losing her little possy. Honestly, I was surprised Alexa didn’t just walk out the door when Sam cornered her. The Alexa I knew would have done just that. There’s more to her and Sam’s story, but I frankly don’t care. I want her gone, out of my life for good. I want her to quit haunting the hell out of me.
Alexa’s next to me and she’s totally zoned out. I know her. She thinks no one will notice. None of her little friends do because she’s good at being distant without anyone noticing, but I notice. I know her. I won’t allow her to escape this one. No way. I'm going to tell her story in such detail that she will be forced to face the shitstorm that is her life.
This is my revenge.
Get ready Alexandra Ray.
Chapter 2:
“I met Alexandra when I was seven…” I begin. I squeeze my fists so tight I swear to God I am cutting off my blood circulation. “I met her dad for the first time when I was eight….”
I was a scrawny kid. Hard to believe now, but I was super weak. My parents were poor as all get out. We barely made enough to survive, but I had two of the most loving parents a kid could ask for. My dad was a chef and my mom was a housekeeper. They loved me with everything they had. I was lucky in that regard. Very, very lucky.
School, on the other hand, was a nightmare. I was short, scrawny and my clothes constantly hung off my body. I tried hard to stay in the background, so no one notice me, but people always did. I’d been bullied since Kindergarten. It sucked. It made me hate myself. Even at that age. Then I entered second grade and in my class was a brown, curly haired spitfire named Alexandra Ray. She went by Alex though. Everyone respected her. She took no shit. She was like a seventeen year in a seven-year old’s body. One day I was on the playground doing the monkey bars or whatever, and some kid grabbed my pants and yanked me off the bars. I fell on my face, but quickly scrambled up so I could pull up my pants. They started taunting me as blood dripped down my chin, their usual, and then one of them punched me in the gut and shoved me back down to the ground. I was scrawny and weak, so it hurt so bad at the time. I was a pussy. I admit it. I wanted to cry. I was seven, cut me some slack.
Then out of nowhere this tall girl comes over with her hands on her hips. I could see her from where I was lying on the ground.
“Hey assholes! Pick on someone your own size.” She grabbed my collar and yanked me to my feet, pulling me next to her. “Rex here looks like he’s skipped a few meals, quit being typical bullies. It’s boring.”
One kid went to yank me from her, but she grabbed his wrist with such force that he looked at her bug eyed, and she let go. She smiled sweetly at him and whispered, “Don’t touch him again, k? If I have to deal with you again I won’t be nice.”
She winked at them and pulled me along. When we got to the other end of the playground she whipped around to face me. “You good?”
I nodded, still stunned.
“You’re a pansy dude. You need to toughen up.”
She rolled her eyes and walked off. She had no sympathy for me. To this day I have no idea why she helped me. We didn’t talk again for a while. She went on with her bold life and I went on with my quiet one. The bullies left me alone after that. She was my hero. Literally. My seven-year-old self-idolized the girl.
It was about a month later when we talked again. I was on a bench by the bathroom, twiddling my thumbs, because my pants were way too long to play on a playground with. I looked around and in the very back of the field I saw Alex picking flowers. She looked super upset. She looked like she was in pain. I didn’t fully understand, but I didn’t like seeing her anything but happy. She was hidden and no one else seemed to see her, but I did.
I got off the bench and pulled up my pants. I held them up as I headed to the very end of the field, behind the bathroom, where she was seated.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she threw a flower to the floor and crushed it with her palm. She shot up.
“What the hell? You scared me. Jerk!” Then she sat back down and resumed crushing flowers.
“Uh,” I was nervous as all hell, but she looked so upset. “Why are you crushing flowers?”
She looked up at me with big eyes. She was trying to act tough still, but it wasn’t working the same way it usually did. I found myself less afraid of her in that moment. I sat down next to her and handed her a big flower. She shot me a small smile and ripped it to shreds before smashing it with her fists. I raised my eyebrows but said nothing. We just sat there until the school bell rang. She smashed flowers and I watched her. When the bell rang the second time she stood up abruptly and grabbed my collar, yanking me up with her. She started to storm off towards the classroom, but then she turned around to me.
“Why do none of your clothes fit you?”
Her eyes ran down my body until she found what she needed to make her point. My dragging tan cargo pants. She sounded angry, but I knew she wasn’t.
“We can’t afford nice clothes right now. I don’t really care, but kids are mean.”
She nodded. “So, you’re not just a weirdo?”
I laughed. “Asks the girl smashing flowers.”
She smirked at me. “See ya around Rex Carter.”
She let go of my collar and we both went to class that day. We said nothing to each other. Not at lunch or at the end of the day, but the next day at recess when I went to sit at my usual spot on the bench Alex stormed over to me.
“You comin’?”
“Where?” I glanced up at her.
She rolled her eyes at me like I was supposed to know what the hell she was thinking when she hadn’t so much as said a word to me in twenty-four hours. “Flower smashing.”
I shot her an amused look but followed her to the back of the fields. Lord knows why.
She started smashing flowers, but with more force this time. I stared at her, confused. Even at seven years old she seemed so angry at the world. I didn’t understand.
“So, tell me about yourself Rex Carter? Why are you so nerdy that you are out here smashing flowers with me?”
I frowned. “I’d want to be out here with you even if I wasn’t nerdy.”
She glanced up, lips parted in shock, but quickly looked back down. “So, you admit to being nerdy,” she whispered.
“It depends on who you ask.”
She smiled. “True. So, tell me about yourself.”
I told her what I could. I mean, what could I really say at seven? My life was normal. Judging by her facial expressions as I spoke I knew…
Her’s wasn’t.
When I finished talking she got up and walked away with saying so much as a word. I was so confused.
The next day she came over to my bench at recess and acted like I should know to go flower smashing with her. I was annoyed, but still followed her.
“Why did you just walk away yesterday?” I said as we sat down.
She shrugged.
“I�
��m not gonna play this flower game with you if you keep walking away.”
She stood up. “Then don’t play!”
I rolled my eyes. “Sit down Alex Ray.”
She scrunched her face in frustration but sat. We smashed flowers in silence until the next school bell rang.
For five years this went on. We became friends. Alex ate lunch with me, we played together at recess. We did virtually everything together. We never went to each other’s houses, and she never spoke about herself. I just accepted her. She was who she was, and I liked her company. I discovered she was just as much of an outcast as me, just in a different way. We just worked.
When I turned twelve I invited her over to my house to hang out. She seemed hesitant. Really hesitant, but I insisted, and she reluctantly agreed. I was the only person who could really get Alexandra Ray to do something she didn’t want to do. Who knows why, but I knew how to get through to her.
Two weeks later we met outside the school and took the bus to my house. Alex said nothing the whole time. Not one word and I let her deal with whatever was making her so nervous. When the bus stopped at my house she randomly punched the seat in front of her. I turned to her with a curious look on my face.
“My parents are nice Alex. There’s nothing to be nervous about.”
She nodded quietly, relaxed her fists and followed me off the bus. Before either of us could say anything to each other my sister, Mia, came running out of the house at full speed and pretty much pounced on Alex.
“I’m Mia Carter,” my sister said, extending her hand. Alex crossed her arms over her chest and stared at her hand defiantly. I was embarrassed. This was my sister. What if she didn’t get Alex the same way I did? What if she thought she was a jerk? That’s not what happened though. My sister gave Alex an understanding look and smiled. Alex crossed her arms over her stomach like she was retreating into herself. I stared back and forth between the two of them. What did Mia get that I didn’t? I looked over at Mia. She gave me a soft smile and squeezed my shoulder before turning to go in the house.