Bad Boy Isn’t My Type

Jennie Wilson POV

” Mom……” Alex breathed out and I felt like face palming myself. Of course they both almost look alike because they are blood related……

” You’re are here-”

” Fast evacuate the building…… I have a guest. He don’t know about you…… or your living. Whose she……” She frowned looking at me and I grew still not daring to move a inch.

” A…… a… friend of mine…” Alex shuttered as she looked at me, her breathing going heavy. Why is she breathing like that???

” Oh my…… Glad to know that you made a friend miha…… but I am sorry you two have to go out Alex. Mama is sorry okay…” She ruffled Alex’s short hair.

” Why are you doing this…… didn’t I tell you t……” Alex stopped all of a sudden and eyed me from her shoulder, her fist clenching tightly.

She raked her hair in frustration, like she was suppressing something. She grabbed a bag which was on a sofa abruptly and then she walked towards me.

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She grabbed my hand tightly and dragged me with her towards the exit and I just followed her without revolting.

” Alex I -” Before her mom could even finish her words, Alex dashed out slamming the door harshly rendering me speechless.

Wow she has a very nice temper……

We weren’t exiting through where we actually came from but going in opposite side of it. Maybe there was another way for exit?

What I really don’t understand is why did her mom call her own daughter Alex than her real name Jade?

Moreover she looked quite fashionable and like she was from a rich family very unlike her daughter though……

Who was actually Alex Rivet???

I saw a huge expensive car, and a puff of cigar smoke coming out indicating a presence of a person.

I saw a dark brown suit appearing slowly but then Alex suddenly covered me completely, blocking my vision as we passed.

She increased her speed and I jogged along with her through the street. There was a bicycle near us.

She took out a key and unlocked it wobbly, her hand shaking vigorously and climbed the cycle. She instructed me to sit on the seat side and so I did.

She peddled fastly and we rode off the street, quite a distance from her apartment. We stopped near a park type ground.

We parked it near a corner and we both were heaving. She was breathing heavily more than me, it was quite abnormal type like she was having anxiety attack.

She was inhaling fast like she couldn’t get enough oxygen. She was wheezing, her knees going weak…… Don’t tell me she’s actually having it!!!!

” Alex!!!! Are you alright!???” I shrieked out rubbing her back and she wheezed me terrifying me.

She was trying to reach for something and I followed her hand and it was her bag. I gave her the bag to her and she took it and searched for something.

What is she searching for????

She took out a small box of tables, her hands shivering profusely, the bag dropping off her hand and I looked at her in terrified mind.

Tablets……?

She dropped some few tablets in her palm, her hand shaking like hell and I passed the water bottle quickly from the bag to her.

She took in the tablets and stilled squatting down on the grassy area, her body shuddering vigorously. I squatted down to her level panicking.

” Alex!????? Please take deep breaths for God sake!” I shook her hand and she stilled slowly as the seconds passed by.

I glanced at the pill box she was holding and I took it from her and gaped scanned it with my eyes.

There was a lithium content along with other contents like alprazolam, topiramate and sertraline.

Aren’t these used for anxiety stabilizing……???

My forehead tensed up, concern clearly evident in my eyes as I looked at her shaken.

” What was that Alex……? Why were you breathing like that? What is this medication for?” I asked her calmy trying not to panic her, sitting beside her.

Her tears dwelled up and she hid her face in her knees and I cursed myself for worsening her condition more by asking questions selfishly.

She had a anxiety attack idiot Jennie!

Let her calm down first!!!

” Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

” No I…… I…… am s…… sorry f… for ruining…… yo…… your day. I…… I… didn’t…… know…… sh…… she would …… c… come ho… home…… today……” She shuttered, her tone shaking vigorously as she hid her face.

” Hey it’s okay, please calm down first. You don’t have to explain everything now. Drink some more water please. ” I patted her back giving her the bottle.

She actually took the bottle and drank as I suggested and I caressed her back. She was calming down, her breath going normal slowly and steadily.

She finally looked at me with her wet lashes and it broke everything in me seeing her so vulnerable.

” Tha…… thanks for helping me out during my anxiety attack…… it really means a lot.” She said feebly, her tears dwelling up even more.

” No don’t mention it, what are friends for? But do you have any problem or something, it doesn’t look normal to me since you have prescribed medication for it too……”

” It’s totally fine if you don’t want to share it too……” I said in one breath somewhat in fear I might have offended her.

She paused for a second, hesitant of speaking and I tensed up more. Okay she is offended!!!!!

…… Stupid Jennie couldn’t you zip your mouth!!!!

I pouted squatting beside her, lowering my head feeling kind of sad, more like disappointed.

” PTSD……” She whispered out and I faced her anxiously. What did she just say???

” I have PTSD……” She said in lowly audible tone and I creased my brows in confusion.

” PTSD???”

” Anxiety disorder…… Post-traumatic stress disorder. Many develop when they are triggered by a terrifying event – either experiencing it or witnessing it.” She said lowly not looking at me as if she was embarrassed talking this out to me.

Triggered by terrifying events????

Wait……

” Are…… are you in case sexually abused or something? Don’t get me wrong but I’m trying to help yo-”

” No it’s not that…… I didn’t experience any, don’t worry. It’s…… it’s something else.” She gripped her hem of her hoodie showing her vulnerability and insecurity.

” Something else…… is it related to your changing of your appearance? Look don’t bottle it out, it’s not good for your mental health……”

I remember Blake advised me always make them open up if we found someone was very gloomy or some sign of terror in them.

If not it scars their mind more and push them into more severe state and I didn’t wanted that to happen, even to my enemy.

” You can trust me and share your pain to me…… I might not have power to change it but it can surely lighten up your mind…… I’m not forcing you too…… but just don’t try to hide your true self in front of me…… be free okay?”

I said in assuring tone and she just looked at me with unmasked pain and loneliness breaking my heart.

She gripped her fingers tightly, her breathing increasing and I was afraid if I was making it worse for her.

” Its oka-”

” I…… I was bullied. I was bullied very much in my school days. It became almost unbearable and inhumane as the days passed by. They are so cruel that they don’t even hesitate to kill me.”

” I was living in terror, in an alert when will they will snap at me or kill me, developing severe anxiety. I had lost the battle of my mind intaking every cruel actions. ”

” I wanted to escape-to find some way toward the end of this torture-but I didn’t know how. I hoped someday that the torture will pass. ”

” When the time came……. I ran away from that hell, very far from it…… without anyone noticing it, very far from it as I got seat in Hunsberg University. ”

” This university was my only escape for my hope salvation, from those cruel monsters. I requested my mom and changed everything…… From my appearance to the real name of mine…… to start a new life.”

” I left everything, my terrifying past to those vicious people who surrounded me and ran here in this city, but then I realised that I couldn’t leave one thing behind. ”

” It was the anxiety, the monstrous terror , the fear which was burried way too long in my mind and I didn’t even realize when my scars seaped way too deep developing the disorder…… that post-traumatic stress.”

She hid her face crying silently. I don’t know what came into me but an urge to hug her came into my mind and I did.