After Oz’s ceremony Alex went to the library for a bit, deciding to get a start on the next day’s work so she could leave early. Before she knew it though hours had passed and it was nighttime. She was about to go home when she decided to go to the bar instead, figuring Brandon would be there and she could bribe him to get her a drink..maybe help her unwind a bit. Her mind was made up before she even left the library, her steps quick in the cold night air as she adjusted the strap of her purse over her arm and headed off the few blocks to the bus stop. She almost made it too until she was suddenly being shoved roughly into an alleyway, making her startle.
She only managed a few seconds of screaming for help before a rough hand covered her mouth while the other came up, pressing what she could only assume to be a gun to the side of her head and she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes and heart hammering so hard and so fast she felt like she might puke. Another person was there, voice muffled behind a scarf, yelling for her assailant to hurry up and when she felt the tug to her purse she went limp. Inside was her wallet, her phone, the keys to her apartment and even a spare to the library… Still, she didn’t put up any struggle, letting them take it. The man looked her over then, stepping closer with a salacious look in his eye that made acid burn in her throat again, but before much else could happen she heard sirens in the distance, making the men panic and the one on her reacted, bringing the hand up that held the gun and he swung it back down, hitting the side of her face with it and throwing her down to the ground before they were off, running as the sirens got louder.
The side of her face felt wet even as gravel dug into her skin, her head spinning, and her wrist was throbbing dully with the way she’d landed. Red and blue lights soon flashed around her, hands on her and voices overhead and then she was being lifted up, helped to sit in the backseat of the police car that was racing to the hospital soon after. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. She was conscious and not too badly hurt but they took her to the ER anyways to clean her up, blood and dirt staining her skin, her hair, even her scarf. She has scrapes on her legs where she hit the gravel, needed a couple stitches under her eye from where the butt of the gun hit her and a brace for her wrist for a few days, and while she was being taken care of the nurse asked for the number of her emergency contact….something she didn’t have. She gave the name and number of the first person who came to mind, hoping he’d answer..and hoping he wouldn’t lose his shit once he got there.
“Hello, Mr. Riley? We’re calling from Verona Hospital regarding a woman admitted tonight, Alexandra Young.”
After Oz and Meg’s claiming ceremony, Brandon simply went home. Usually, he would’ve followed his family members to the club or bar where partying planned to continue, but he’d had a bad feeling about getting through the weekend with no violence. It’d been too long since he had a serious case for it to last forever.
When he received a phone call that night, he answered immediately, expecting to have to race to his “office” for something serious. Instead, what he got felt like a punch to the gut. He immediately threw on a pair of jeans and a tshirt, then opted for a pair of flip flops despite the freezing temperatures outside. Brandon rushed straight there, wasting as little time as possible.
Seeing Alex in a hospital bed, bruised and stitched all over made his blood boil. Brandon swore he was going to kill whatever asshole did this to her. He moved to her bedside, lightly resting his hand on top of hers. “Jesus Christ, Alex...” he said softly, fighting to stay in control and not lose his damn mind. “What the hell happened? Who did this to you...?”