Alpha Reid... and Me

I

soon as we stop in front of the little building in sight. Looks like something that could

smile on my face. The look he gives me tells me he is not buying m

n return as I turn to walk up the balcony into the quarters. “And don’t get yourself i

eyeing the door in front of me. I do not bother to knoc

items on the table instantly give me an idea of what the woman is doing. Or w

he same dark shade of hair with a hint of grey. Yeah, that’s my

demands as she puts down the knife she

ratch an unlikely itch in

rupted, and no

lf into troubl

sitting on a sofa with his legs crossed comfortably on a stool placed in front of him. It's

arn him before shifting my attention back to my mother. “

e knife she was using. “That’s not what Bradley mad

did he t

off to the Night Blaze pack. Do

ch! Wait until I g

hing? It’s so dangerous out there,” I feign an act as I defend myself from the accusation

e isn’t buying my act. “We should as well be talking ab

eyes. Well, I know about this already. “I fell over,” I tell her

how your leg is b

promise you. I didn’t go to the Night Blaze pack. You have to bel

that would make him t

I let out a shrug as I

o warrant such,” Adam’s annoying voice is enough to fuel a w

stop before I could make a move at Adam. And it brings about a creepy smirk

ace pretty soon.” I growl at him as I enter into

rt to make my way into the other side

re you ask me about dinner,” was the response she dishes out to me.

him in the shoulder as I p

ut dad? Isn’t he back yet?” I stop at the entrance of th

uld be soon enough.

ll be in

yells as I draw the curtai

k at him, already frustrate

t it this morning. All messy.

ng about right from when I was little. The only way to differentiate our spaces is through a piece of clothing

y clothes on it. I do not even bother to push them aside befor

ffled sound on the mattress. The delight of the sound it produc

hat I am doing because there is hardly any privacy in sharing a room with a boy. I sh

eloping bosoms. Nothing too much of a deal for a sixteen-year-old but I

ething strange happens. And when I say strange, i

wouldn’t have gotten your

is in here asides from me and it feels weird that I thought I just heard someone speak. I coul

ything when I knew I am n

her lookin

y thoughts have a different voice from my original? And why woul

d? It’s just you bei

ecause I do not seem to be putting two and two together anymore. This fee

ok around. “Adam, is that you

not

ound anything like Adam. Even if he were to ch

f paranoia from knowing I might be right in m

find anything useful to shield myself from any pos

effective if you ch

y know I am being watched.

ould you k

m in your h

a few seconds to reflect on what I just heard. D

zing how weird I must be right now. “I’m just imagining things. That’s what I’m doing. There is n

e convincing you

ng to feel real. There really is a voice in my

e sense out of all of the

says I sh

entrance of the room, and then down at my ches

of my lungs as I make use of