Part
3
"I'm not afraid," Alex said as Nick
leaned against the wall for support.
"Are you sure about that?" When Alex
didn't answer he knew he'd been right. "It's okay you know. To be afraid,
I mean. You have a really good reason. All I'm saying is you don't have to be
afraid of us." Alex nodded in response but remained silent. Resting
comfortably against Nick, she was startled when the doors to the elevator
opened with a ping! Nick exited the elevator and carried Alex down the hall,
stopping in front of room 4784.
"Reach into the left pocket of your
shirt," Nick instructed her. "Get the key." Without being told,
she put the key in the card slot and when the light blinked green, Nick pushed
open the door.
"We'll get you some of my clothes for now.
Then I'll get Drew, okay?" Alex nodded, sitting on the huge bed that took
up a great deal of the huge hotel suite. Since they'd already been there, and
Nick's assistant had put all of his clothes in the dresser and the closet. Nick
found a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt that was only three times too big
for Alex and threw them at her.
"Bathroom's over there," he pointed. As
soon as he said it, he realized she still couldn't walk. He went to picker her
up, but Alex stood and hopped into the bathroom. Picking up the phone, Nick
called his brother's room.
"Hello?" Drew said into the receiver.
"Drew, it's me. In a few minutes come over. I
have a patient for you."
"Huh?"
"Just trust me when I saw I have a patient for
you.
Alexandria couldn't believe it. One of the worst
days in her life had turned into one of the best. Her favorite singer from one
of her favorite music groups had just saved her from being raped, carried her
to his hotel room and given her some of his clothes.
The only thing she regretted was Nick being right
about her being scared. She was scared something like the incident if the alley
would happen again. Scared she'd be scared of men for the rest of her life. But
oddly enough, she was more scared of falling in love with him and having it end.
Or worse, not having it turn out like she wanted.
Slowly she changed out of her now dirty and ripped
clothes. The checked flannel pajamas sat on the counter. A blue-green color,
they reminded her of Morgan's eyes. Alexandria soon found out they were only
three inches too long. They had a drawstring waist, which was very good so they
wouldn't fall off. The oversized t-shirt was white with a band logo on it. His
clothes, though recently washed, still had a hint of his cologne on them. Time
to hop out before he thinks I've drowned, Alex thought.
