THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Prescott?

The name sounded familiar to Emma.

She suspired as she remembered where she had heard the name.

She had heard it first from the little girl. The little girl had called its name, when she had been conversing with the invisible being. Was the squirrel the being?

She stared at the animal looking up to her, and shook her head. Perhaps, there was another Prescott.

Her mind was intact. She was sure that she hadn’t see any squirrel around the little girl.

“Don’t you like my name?” Prescott asked, his puffed-out chest retracting to its former position.

“Everyone likes my name.” It said, looking down at his feet.

Emma rolled her eyes as she heard the squirrel talk. This one was a dramatic one for sure. She thought.

“No, that’s not it, Prescott. I like your name. It’s just that I had heard it from the little girl that had brought me here.” She said.

“Really…?” Prescott asked, smiling so widely that Emma feared for his cheeks.

“Yeah.” She replied, jerking back a bit in surprise as the squirrel jumped on her bed, taking the spot close to her.

“Mmmmmhmmm, so soft…” It purred, shaking his butt on the bed, as if to adjust and readjust himself, and Emma rolled her eyes again, but was unable to stop the smile that graced her lips at that moment.

“You know, I didn’t tell you to come up here.” She said, teasing him, a smile on her face still; laughing thereafter as the squirrel morphed his mouth like a pout. She was sure that this squirrel was a trouble maker, and that they would be good paddies if she stayed in the witches’ realm for long. But unfortunately, she had to go back today. She had to help Maya prepare for her boyfriend’s birthday. She hadn’t even gotten him a gift.

Ohoooo. She mused. She had to see Zipfarah fast, and then leave.

“What are you thinking about?” She heard Prescott ask.

“About going home.” She replied, even as she thought of the best birthday gift to give to Derek.

“But you are not going home.” Prescott stated.

“What!” Emma shrieked, as she gaped at Prescott with wide eyes which bespoke of incredulity.

“What are you talking about? What do you mean by saying that I won’t be going home?” She asked, as she folded her arms across her chest, her eyebrows raised up in annoyance.

“Well…you were brought here for your own safety. It’s not safe for you out there.” Prescott replied.

“And how do you know that? I was safe, before you guys hijacked me into this place.” She retorted, not minding that she was arguing with a squirrel, that looked so small compared to her.

“We had no choice. If we hadn’t done that, some other people would have done so. And trust me, you wouldn’t be enjoying this wonderful comfort you’re allowed here, over there.” Prescott stated.

“You sound so sure of yourself.” Emma said, trailing her eyes all over the small animal.

“I’m sure of what I’m saying. Don’t underestimate me because of my size or nature.” Prescott commented, aware of Emma’s scrutinizing gaze on it.

“I wasn’t.” She lied.

“You were. You don’t need to lie about it. I get it a lot.” Prescott mumbled in a low voice.

Emma sighed.

Of course, she had.

What could a squirrel know?

‘Remember it has powers!’ Her mind tugged at her, and she sighed again. Of course, how could she forget? This was no ordinary squirrel.

“I’m sorry if I offended you.” She apologized, raising up her hand, and letting it hang mid-air. She didn’t know if it would be okay by the squirrel, to touch him.

She chuckled the next second, as she saw it dash under her hand, wiggling its body under her hand, egging her on to play with his fur if she wanted.

“You are one special squirrel quite alright.” She mumbled, allowing her fingers to roam around its fur.

“Yes. Lily says the same too.” Prescott said, nodding his head, obviously happy with her statement.

“Really? Who is Lily?” She asked, still letting her hand rest on him.

“She is one of my best friends. She was the one that picked you up.” Prescott said.

“Oh, I see.” Emma said, really seeing. It turns out that the Prescott the girl had been communicating with was the little squirrel beside her. But how?

And how can one have more than one best friend? It is supposed to be just one best friend. She thought, smiling as she felt the squirrel burrow the more by her side.

“So, how were you able to communicate with her? I’m sure that I hadn’t seen you there yesterday. But she had called your name one time.” She queried.

“Yes, that’s true. Well, we have a special connection. That’s one of the reasons why we are very close.” Prescott answered, shaking his head as if to some beat.

“Okay then. But why did you come here?” She asked, echoing one of the questions that had been foremost on her mind.”

“How did you know that I was here?” She threw out again.

“I wanted to say hi to our newest addition, before the others do. About knowing about your room, I have my ways.” Prescott said, staring up at her with his big dark brown eyes.

“You sound cunny.” Emma commented, looking away from himThis content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

The others. She thought. Which others. She didn’t do well with introductions.

“Oh, I am. Don’t worry. I will teach you a lot during your stay here.” The squirrel said, and she nodded, not finding it necessary to let him know that she wouldn’t be here by tomorrow. She had to find a way to convince Zipfarah to let her go. The latter looked like a reasonably good woman, and should understand.

She was about to ask Prescott what he knew about her and her unseen enemies, and why they were looking for her, when she heard a voice call out to the squirrel.

“Who is that?” She asked the squirrel, who relaxed the more under her hand, not showing any signs of having his name being shouted down the hall.

“Leila. She is awake.” He replied.