My Alpha (ManXMan)

CHPT. 3: TWO STEPS BACK AND ONE STEP STILL.

It's delicious to have people adore you, but it's exhausting, too. Particularly when your own feelings don't match theirs. ~ Tasha Alexander, A Fatal Waltz

Tuesday 15th December 2015 - 3:34 PM

I suppose I have no one to blame but myself. What did I expect to happen? That Oliver Summers would actually admit to attacking Alec and that he would hand himself into police custody and I would be able to move on with my life?

Jesus. Why did I go there? I should have just stayed at home and try to put this strange experience behind me- I have important things to do but I feel my obsessive curiosity grow and cling to the bizarre surroundings around the attack.

Around Oliver- he did not like me, he was tense with hard eyes. Those are the signs of hate in my book-- I cant help but feel anxious that he will send someone after me. He will, of course he will- he's not going to let the one witness that can put him away forever live.

Am I going to die tonight?

I run my hand through my hair, gliding through the small knots until I clench my hand, the slight pain to pulling my hair brings some clarity to me- I need to focus, I cant worry.

What should I do?

I should go back home, lock the windows and doors and run a hot bath and chill the hell out.

Yes, that sounds like a brilliant plan. I should do that.

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Tuesday 15th December 2015 - 4:30 PM

The hot water is just perfect, I close my eyes and allow the warm to try to loosen my muscles- a contented sight releases from my lips and for a moment everything feels so good. Just like I am floating for a second. Just....me.

Opening my eyes, I quickly begin to wash my body and hair- Tropical scent is the best.

Rinsing everything off, I regret beginning to have a bath because now I have to get out and that depresses me. I just want to sleep.

Drying myself and quickly dressing in loose yet comfortable PJ bottoms and a vest, I make my way into the kitchen and switch the kettle on and that's when I feel it.

The hair on the back of my neck standing on end, the electricity rushing through my skin- it sends my heart beat into over drive for a split second and in that second I am filled with a terrifying fear.

I am being watched.

It's so easy to just fall into the despair- the inner flight that is within but I feel another emotion rise to the surface-- anger.

It's just a spark but a spark is all it takes-- Oliver has sent one of his violent goons to watch me, to come to my home and violate it- he wants me to be scared and that pisses me off.

The once spark within my chest is now a burning white fire-- My anger is being feed by the audacity of that man and I feel good that my fear has now been smothered.

Grinding my teeth together, I clench my hands into fists and turn abruptly to my left and charge to the front door-- It does feel strange that I can sense someone watching me and I should be worried but I will do that later.