(adding the stuff we rp'd on Facebook to this thread, for less confusion 
)Alex would have folded her arms over her chest to show her annoyance, but she honestly couldn't-- sure her ribs were broken, or at least a couple of them were badly bruised.
"You know I'm shot, right?" She complained, "Getting to a hospital might be a good idea... or you could just kill me now, instead of letting me die slow."
The sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"Shut up.."
When they got inside the house (which used to be a smaller warehouse) he locked the door, looked out the window, then turned to her:
"No hospital." he paused. "Let me see your wounds"
Alex raised a brow at him, giving him the look that he was crazy.
"You? No offense, but you look like the shittiest doctor I've ever met. Besides, you know where my wounds are, you're the fucker that shot me, in case you forgot."
"Yeah well unless you want me to rip your clothes off to examine you....." he made a gesture for her to show him her wounds
"You'd enjoy that too much, I think."
Alex breathed out and slowly reached down to roll up the leg of her jeans, caked in wet and dry blood. She showed off the bullet wound to the back of her heel. She then lifted her shirt up slightly to show him the damage the kicks had done to her ribs.
"Satisfied?"
She acted like none of it hurt.
He kneeled down and looked closely to her wound on her heel, without touching it. Then said:"The bullet is still there...I'm gonna remove it....you might wanna sit down while I do it" He saw her look:"It'll get infected otherwise"
Alex grunted, "I know that. It's not the fuckin' first time I've been shot, but I bet it's the first time you've dug a slug outta someone. Forgive me for not jumping to have it done." She shook her head and limped toward a crappy looking couch where she could lie down.
He didn't reply. He walked over to a cupboard and picked out some 'tools' and then walked back to her, kneeled down by her hurt foot and started touching it lightly around the bulletwound before taking out his lighter to sterilize the tools before starting to get the bullet out from her heel.
"Keep still!"
Alex pressed her face into the dirty couch, doing her absolute best not to flinch and move, but holy hell, it hurt.
"Then fuckin' do it right!"
She snapped back at him, her shoulders shuddering slightly as she tried to keep it together, reminding herself it could have been worse... she wasn't sure how.
He was consentraded but calm as he soon had the bullet removed and wrapping a bandage around her wound.
"The ribs will heal on their own" was the only thing he said when he was done, walking back to the cupboard to put the tools back
Alex moved to sit up, her head spinning some. She figured blood loss and sheer pain had been enough to cause fatigue.
"You got some food and water around here or are you planning to starve me too?"
He walked over to the fridge and tosses her some sandwiches and taking one for himself aswell. He watched her and couldn't help but think about how beautiful she was...eventhough she was bloody and pissed off. He made sure not to show that he thought those things about her though...he was still thinking about how to use her to his advantage towards Anarchy..
Alex caught the sandwich he threw to her and she immediately unwrapped it and took a bite out of it. She was starving and there was no need to stand on ceremony here.
"You know, I need to get back..." She spoke slowly, "I'm not the only one depending on me... my kid'll starve."
She rarely mentioned James, but in this case it might work to get her away. She wasn't actually planning to see James, she never did.
"Kid?" he said as he chewed his sandwich. *well there you go...a mom...no way! good thing I don't feel anything for her...* he thought, and made sure it only stayed in his thoughts.
Alex grunted in annoyance, "That's what I said, isn't it?" She snapped, not wanting to concentrate on that point. "Kid... as in son. Who's gonna go hungry--" He pointed at the door.
"Well, isn't he taken care of by Anarchy, I mean, if he's a gangmembers kid..." He only knew what it was like for his gang and other familygangs; They were a family, taking care of the kids inside the gang aswell. "I mean, I could've killed you.." he shrugged. "He would've had to grow up sooner than later then"
Alex narrowed her eyes
"Has anyone ever told you you're a bastard?"
She didn't push the subject anymore, seeing it wasn't going to get her anywhere. She leaned back on the couch, closing her eyes and taking another bit of the sandwich.
He shrugged, walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, opened it and swigged almost all of the content at once. Well, it was a very hot day...
"Well, his dad should take care of him then"
Alex snorted a bit, but she didn't answer aloud, not wanting to tread into that territory or she might give away something she shouldn't. She peeked her eyes open to see what he was doing.
"Even a dick No Recess member, should be nice enough to offer me a beer if he's getting one."
He looked at her, then walked over to the fridge to get her a beer. He tossed it her way.
"Watch your mouth"
Alex raised a brow, "How 'bout when you get more powerful than my dad you can tell me when to watch my mouth." She licked her lips as she popped open the beer, "And that's never gonna happen-- Anarchy will always rule this town."
"Oh I will...NR's got this part of the town and we're expanding" he grinned with a confidence. "But if you keep on coming onto our grounds, you're gonna keep getting your ass kicked"
Alex snorted, shaking her head at him like he was a child she was scolding.
"It ain't your grounds, you fuckin' idiot." She licked her lips, eyeing him-- he was something to look at, though she'd never admit it aloud. "Anarchy has been here a long time. We own everything. Luke owns everything."
"Even you?" he smirked. He walked over to her slowly as he said:"A pretty girl like you hanging with Anarchy....such a shame"
Alex lifted her brow.
"Do I look like a fuckin' pretty girl to you? You're prettier than I am... no wonder you got so many boyfriends to do your bidding."
he smirked. "Blood suits you"
Suddenly the door opened up and Jaz let a bimbo girl inside and told her:"Stay here, babe, I'll be right back" He didn't even see Alex in the couch before he hurried off to his car.
The girl looked at Alex and then at Thomas.
"...Hi.."
Thomas frowned.
"What do you want?"
The girl shrugged.
"Nothing, I'm with Jaz" she frowned when she saw the blood on Alex
Alex turned to look over the couch at the girl.
"Classy, she looks like one of ours."
Anarchy had plenty of whores on the street-- the pimps made sure of it.
"Nice to see you're supporting us."
"One of yours?" the girl frowned, not getting it.
Thomas understood what Alex meant and said:"No, she's apparently with us...but they all look the same... don't you?" he looked at the girl.
".....what?"
Thomas sighed. "Get out of the door. Now"
Alex snorted, "Why don't you let her stay?" She paused a beat, "Oh that's right, I forgot... you prefer the dick to the pussy." She clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth as if disappointed.
She wanted to see how pissed he'd get.
Thomas smirked."Yeah, at least the guys don't go 'oow not too hard' ,'ow let go of my hair'" he grinned with a slight mischevious look in his eyes
Alex snorted, "Been with a few too many cheap whores then." She loved getting her hair pulled... and anything hard could not be bad. She licked her lips and forced herself to look away from him.
"The fuck time is it?"
He looked at his watch and was a bit surprised how time had flied
"fucking 1.30 at night! Shit, I need to do some paperwork"
Alex shrugged a bit, leaning back onto the couch, still holding half the beer in one hand. She got comfortable to sleep, knowing by morning she would be stiff and sore, and the blood on her would be caked hard-- she'd worry about it in the morning.
Jaz got back and only now noticed Alex in the couch. "What the fuck?"
"I take care of her later, Jaz, go sleep or do something important, I've got shitload of papers to take care of now"
"But what the fuck is she---"
""I'm fucking serious, Jaz, take your bitch and get out, I've got this!"
Jaz scratched his head and took the girl in her hand
"Alright... come on, babe"
When they had gone, Thomas locked the door and walked over to a corner where he had his bed and he got into some more comfortable pants before sitting down by his desk. Occasionally glancing towards Alex on the couch. She sure was a different woman..all he had around him were trashy whores, like Jaz's girl
Alex was dead asleep until morning, not waking once the entire night, mostly because blood loss was enough to seriously exhaust her. When the light filtered through the windows of the warehouse and she heard voices, she started to stir.
She was a damn mess when she sat up, and even worse she had no clue where the hell she was for the first few panicked moments. She moved to stand up and fell right back on the couch with a painful groan, grabbing at her sides and pain flaring through her heel.
Thomas groaned tiredly as Alex woke him up, he looked to his side with one eye opened cause of being tired. He saw Alex in the couch and he had to think for awhile why she was there. He sat up when he realized and thought maybe he had actually been doing a stupid mistake by letting her live and especially letting her stay here!
"Fuck..." he mumbled and slowly got out of bed, rubbing his eyes
Alex glowered at him from where she was back to sitting on the couch.
"As much as I enjoy fitting in by smelling like a dog, I'd appreciate a shower if you got one."
"Through that hallway and to the right" he said with a tired voice. He was still trying to think with his tired brain about what to do with her
Alex glanced the way he pointed, looking like it was the longest journey she'd ever had to take. She grunted with effort to lift herself up off the couch, this time without following. She limped along in quite a bit of pain the way he directed.
"Fuck, I'm surprised you have one."
She muttered to herself as she entered the bathroom. Her eyes moved around for a way out, but nothing but a small window was in the room-- and she wasn't crawling through that in the state she was in. She could hardly walk, let alone crawl and wiggle through a window half her size.
Alex just moved to slowly strip off her worn and beaten attire, leaving the door mostly closed since it was hanging on one hinge, very unsecure. She tossed her bloody clothes in a pile and pulled a face at her naked and bruised body in the mirror. Most of it was from last night, but the tiny bite marks on her neck, some even scars were gifts leftover by Luke.
She glared at the person in the mirror for a long time before she went to turn on the water.
Thomas sighed and got up. He walked over to his desk and took some papers off of it. He looked at them, but couldn't focus on them. His mind wandered off to Alex and he was still wondering what to do with her.
Alex stepped into the shower once it was semi-warm, knowing she didn’t have too many options when she was a damn kidnapped victim. She watched the red water slip down the drain, closing her eyes for a moment as the blood washed off her.
“FUCK!”
She shouted loudly when her hurt heel gave way from below her and she slammed down to the tub, grabbing a hold of the side of it so she wouldn’t knock her head at least.
Thomas frowned at the banging noice and Alex shouting and walked into the bathroom.
"What the--"
he realized she was naked and thought that if she saw him looking at her, she'd probably be more pissed off than what she already was, so he stopped in the doorway and looked away as he said:
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Alex didn't seem all that bothered by being walked in on, even if she was wet and soaking with water.
"Thanks to someone shooting my fuckin' heel, it's a little hard to keep balance."
She licked her lips, still sitting in the tub, not having enough strength to get back up. Her heel and ribs were on fire with pain.
"Look, why don't you let me talk to Luke?"
"Why? What are you gonna tell him? He's not gonna step his foot on this ground" he told her
Alex scoffed, "I'm not a fuckin' idiot. I wouldn't bring Luke around here..." She stalled slightly, "But you don't seem to have any plans for me, so whatever it is you want-- money maybe, I don't know-- but I can get Luke to give it to you, I'm sure."
He thought about it for a minute, then said:"I don't need his fucking money. I need him to stay as far away from Torrance as possible, I doubt money will make him agree that easily on that...if you can make Anarchy back away, then go ahead and talk to daddy"
He stepped inside the bathroom to take a towel and put it on the toiletseat so Alex could reach it
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