My head was still thorbbing as I stood infront of the water fountain. Dinner was probably over, I thought to myself as I looked at the water's reflection. Yet, I've been sitting out here in the puring rain for nearly a half hour, undisturbed. I shivered as the rain splashed down my bare neck. I wondered, if anyone, who would come after me. After all, it probably wasn't very lady like of me to stay out hiding. I figured Alexander would come. A thought that made me want to claw my eyes out or do something else ludicrous. But it's been a while. Maybe I was in the clear.

At this point, I tried to convince myself to waltz back in the house. It's no big deal, I thought aloud. Just breathe. By now, I knew that Alexander was desperate for my attention, but I didn't really understand why. So, I simply stood in the courtyard, frozen and unaware of what to do next.

Suddenly, I felt someone's burly arms grab me from behind and lift me up in the air. I went into a complete panic mode, and I could feel the person's hand over my mouth. I tried to kick back, but my attempts were futile. So I hung in there, my feet dangling in mid air. They finally sat me down, I was able to recognize the figure as Alexander.

"What on earth do think you're doing?" I stormed.

"Relax," he said with ease. "I'm just messin' with you."

"Well, I'd probably describe that as assault, but maybe just because I was attacked by a stranger!"

"Not strangers," he corrected. "Acquaintances."

"I don't care! It's still assault." 

Alexander started to grab my wrists tightly, and he etched closer towards me. "On the bright side, your plan seems to be working."

"What," I asked in a panicked voice. "What plan? I don't have a plan. Do I seem to be the planning type?"

"Oh, so your saying you'd rather be standing out here, alone in the pouring rain, than spend a few short minutes with me?"

"Exactly," I mumbled out loud. Alexander cocked an eyebrow and I burried my head in my hands with shame.

"Alright," he said. "What could I have possibly done to make you feel this offended?" I sat there looking and the angered expression on his face. It felt like for ever before I could come up with a logical answer.

"I mean, don't you feel like you're rushing things," I asked. "I think we should start off slower, don't you? After all, I did just meet you."

Alexander sighed, than leaned in even closer towards my face. "You know," he whisperd, "I may seem completely dilusional, but you're just going to have to trust me on this.' He took another deep breath, and it lingered to the nape of my neck. I felt uneasy for what was about to come.

"We were meant to be together. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other. I am in love with you, Ylenia. And in time you'll be able to love me." At that point in time, I felt completely naucious. My head was spinning, and yet again, I couldn't see straight. Tears started roll down my cheeks. "I've known you a lot longer than you think, Ylenia," he whispered harshly.

I sobbed and instanly, I felt Alexander arms warpped around me, trying to comfort me. "What do you mean," I shrieked in fear. "Please, just stay away from me! I want nothing to do with you!"

He looked straight into my eyes. For the longest time I could feel him staring me down, and a smirk made its way across his face. "I can sense the pain in your eyes, Ylenia. Please trust me. Tell me what's wrong. Let me in. I can help." I would nit let myself beleive him. He was full of lies. I could sense it. I was still puzzled by what he had been telling me.

I thought of my poor father, Michael. He had been a good man. He loved his family, and he was a sucessful entrepreneur. He was acussed with three counts of murders. His three former comrades and closest friends. I knew he couldn't have done it, but the entire town of Liverpool considerd him to be dangerous and threatning towards society. So, he had been hung without a formal trial and I had been grieving ever since. His ghost still haunts me, telling me he had been framed.

"I heard about what happened to you father," Alexander said almost instinively. "But he should be ashamed for putting you through that much grief. That bloody murderer!" I was outraged. How dare he insult my father in that way. He was still hugging me, gripping me tighter and tighter. With all of the anger and tears welled up inside of me and pushed him aside. The shove had been much stronger than I had intended, and he fell right into the pool of freezing cold water. I started to run away from him, but I felt a hand reach for my ankle, causing me to fall on the cold hard cobblestone. 

When I looked up I could see Alexander standing, looking furiously at me. He grabbed me by my wrists and pulled me up from the ground. He back handed me, and instantly felt a wave of pain on my cheek.

"Don't you ever try that again, you blood thirsty bitch." He yelled harshly in my ear. I tried to make a break for it, but was instanly yanked back.

"There's no point in running, Ylenia. You made me made, so you're going to have toface the consiquences. I've been relatively calm with you this entire night, but damn it, you're making me furious right about now."

The evening took a violent turn as I tried to fight off Alexander's blows. Most oftenly, I fell to the ground and whimpered in pain. I kicked and screamed, but eventually I was tired out. He would push me down and kick me harshly in the stomach, aspunishment for whatever he felt like punishing me for. I desperately needed to break away from this man or I could have ended up dead. Just before I was about to pass out, I stood up wearily and kicked him towards the ground. I stumbled and limped while trying to run away in the opposite direction from where the house was standing. My dress made it that much harder for me to run, but I managed to get away.

"You'll come back to me," he stammered. "I'm sure of it."

I ran a good quarter mile up a dirt path before colapsed underneath a tree. I was bruised and bleeding all over, and my dress was stained for good. I breathed heavily trying to stay alert, but afer a few moments, I had fallen into a weary sleep.