Rue
The window felt so cool against my forehead as I watched the night move by with heavy eyelids. The weight of the drama from tonight was so overwhelming I wanted to sleep off the weird haze I was in. The motion of the car was making my stomach perform a floor routine. I tried to remember how many glasses of wine I’d consumed in the three hours I’d been there-one before the bathroom, half during dinner, and half of Jessica’s. Two glasses over three hours should not be this inebriating. The car jolts around a tight bend in the road, and I blink my eyes to focus out the windshield. The road was still void of streetlights, other cars, or buildings. It had been at least 20 minutes of very tense quiet. I turn toward Alpha John, “Alpha? Where are we going?”
He looks back at me with that unnerving smile, “My house, of course.”
I ran a hand through my hair again, and my brain didn’t clear. My thoughts scrambled as if in a million different puzzle pieces. However, the pieces finally started to take root. “No, you offered to drive me home, yet you didn’t ask for my address.”
I paused, working my brain through the fog. “I figured you knew of my father and was taking me there. However, this route doesn’t look familiar at all.”
John pats my lap, and I try to hurry away from his touch in the small space. “Oh, little Cinderella, you really think it’s a good idea to show up at your house looking like that?”
I stare down at my dress with the amount of tears and mud I would have to explain myself. Would Father believe me this time? Or would this cause more problems than before? I couldn’t risk anything happening to force us to leave again. Reece was finally settling, and I didn’t want to uproot his life again. I can’t let Father or Reece see me in this state, so I slowly shake my head-the motion adding to the nausea and forcing my eyelids to shut.
“Exactly! So be a good girl and come to my house, where I have a change of clothes,” Alpha John says in a soothing, rhythmic tone. My body feels heavy and sleepy. If I close my eyes for one moment, then maybe the boozy haze will lift, and I won’t keep replaying the feel of Alpha Heir Travis. His glacier-blue eyes freeze me in place, silently requesting permission to devour my soul with his full, warm lips. The feel of his hands on my skin was like fire nipping at every skin cell. “We’re here!”
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I look around in surprise as we pull into the garage of Alpha John’s house. He parks the car, jogs to the passenger side, and opens my door. Pulling myself out of the low vehicle takes me a minute, and I weakly let Alpha John guide me inside and sit me down on a
couch, I look around the room in a bit of a tired daze. So much has happened that I feel
so dead on my feet. Why was I here again? I needed to go home because.. because…
Alpha John sets a warm cup of tea with a very sweet aroma into my shivering hands. I
hesitate to drink it because I want to change my clothes and head home. Plus, why would I accept a drink from someone after what happened last time?
“I’ll go grab the clothing. You’re about my sister’s size, so her clothes should fit you.” Alpha John says in that rhythmic voice, “Drink the tea while you wait so you can warm up
a bit.”
I nod and take a few big gulps. Wait, why do I need clothes? I finished the tea, and my tongue felt like sandpaper in my mouth. I tried to move it around, but it lay heavy and swollen in its place. I lounge back onto the couch and lift my sore feet, seeing that there are minor cuts along the bottom. I hope that Alpha John’s sister also has the same footwear size. I should ask Alpha John about that. It’s so quiet in the room that I try to stand up after a while to find where John has gone. A massive wave of nausea hits at the same time as the room spinning and distorting in front of me. I sit back down, drenched in sweat. Where was I again? My head rolled back against the back of the couch. The vaulted ceiling danced and warbled.
Alpha John is suddenly sitting on the edge of the coffee table before me; I swipe the sweat from my forehead and try to speak, “I feel unwell…”
“It’s not long now, and you will feel amazing. You only took a small sip of the tainted wine
earlier, so I had to drug the tea as well,” Alpha John muses. I blink slowly, trying to focus
on the man before me, but I only see color and shape patterns.
“The tea?” I slur.
He chuckles darkly, “Yes, your body is about to be on fire, then I will pleasure you.”
No, I don’t want that. I won’t let that happen again. A loud noise sounds off in the
distance, and Alpha John leaps up, storming toward the noise. I feel something is wrong, and I must get out of here. I use the last of my strength to propel myself in the opposite
direction as Alpha John. I see a glass double door and stagger toward it. The whole room was a tornado of dim lights, but the outside promised sweet, cold darkness. It takes a
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considerable effort to push the doors open and stumble into what looks like a backyard. The night engulfed me as my sight began to fail. Alpha John’s voice darkly teased me, “Nowhere to run out in the yard, Cinderella.”
I pushed myself to move, my feet barely registering in my brain. Something tugs on my arm, stopping my movements. I feel like a yo-yo being yanked one way and the other before I fall into the darkness.
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Laura Echeverry
makes me upset that she would drink strange drinks and go with strange men after what happened to her
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