Alex didn't understand what he'd done wrong, or why she was suddenly taking off. It was like someone had flipped a switch in her head or something that demanded that she get away. What had he done to push her away? Why did this keep happening to him, with everyone? Even her finally saying it hadn't made him feel any better. He didn't know how much more he could take, or how many more times he could be used and abandoned like he'd been tonight before it got to be too much. It was close already, he would admit.
He didn't even bother to work the sexual frustration out of his system before he curled up in bed for the night. There was rage in him, at his entire life situation, but mainly there was despair, and now coupled with heartache it was a good thing he couldn't get his hands on any alcohol.