THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma didn’t know long she had spent underneath the water in the tub, holding her breath, allowing herself to sift through her mind and thoughts, allowing herself not to feel the weight of her body. For that moment, she didn’t want to feel, didn’t feel like feeling, wanted to be out of the confines of the cruel world even if it was just for a second, wanting to be unable to remember how her body was invaded by a sick coward.

Emma!!!

A sharp call caused her to break away from that delusion, and arise from her fallen state out of the water in a jiffy.

Looking around her shakily, as the cold had already begun to seep into her slowly, she spotted Margo by the door.

She felt happy, then relieved. At least someone that would answer her questions. Someone that would understand. Someone she could be herself with.

“What are you still doing in there? Get out of the tub now! Or do you want to make me do it?” She heard the middle-aged woman say.

For a few seconds, she was tempted to stay back into the tub, a bit curious on how the woman would make her get out of the tub, but she brushed aside the temptation and got out of the bath tub. There were bigger fishes to fry.

“What the hell were you thinking, allowing yourself to go beneath the water like that? Were you trying to kill yourself?” Margo asked, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes blaring with anger.

Emma would have muttered ‘maybe’ but she didn’t want to rile up the angry woman further. So, she decided to change the topic with a question of her own.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

“How did you know I was in here? When did you come?” She asked, dodging the night gown which Margo suddenly commanded, perhaps with her mind, as she was not speaking any abracadabra magic words out, towards her.

A slight raising of the woman’s eyebrows in questioning, made her a bit nervous. She felt foolish about telling a tale she didn’t understand, so she didn’t say anything to the query lingering in the woman’s eyes.

“I don’t want to wear that. It’s too light.” She said rather, moving towards the bathroom door, not in the bit ashamed of being stark naked in front of Margo. The latter was a woman, and no lez. She could tell. She wondered then if the latter had a husband or lover. She didn’t think so. Actually, she couldn’t imagine her with a man all tangled up in the sheets. Thinking of entanglements, brought back the memories she had been trying to forget this past number of minutes. It grated on her nerves.

“Get your mind off the clouds, and go wear something. But before that, pick up the nightgown. I think your mama thought you how to clean up.” Margo stated, causing the dreadful memories plaguing her to flee, at least for the now, but then returning again in full force when she picked up the gown, in compliance of what the older woman had said. She also picked up the feather, which was lying idly on the floor, where the gown had been situated earlier on.

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“You never answered my question?” Emma asked Margo, as she wore a cashmere sweater, after wearing a bum short.

“I came to check on you. You weren’t in your room, so I followed your scent to the bathroom, only to see you submerged under water. What the hell were you thinking?” Margo queried, not finding it necessary to point out that she had been a bit scared that the redhead hadn’t been in her room, and a hundred degrees more scared when she had seen her inside the water, not breathing. She felt that the fear had cost her ten years of her life. The redhead won’t be the death of her. She thought.

“I’m sorry.” Emma said, feeling a bit guilty for troubling the one person who knew her well. And then, there was the fact that she still needed her to answer some of her questions.

“It’s alright.” Margo stated, attempting a smile, not wanting to make the redhead uncomfortable.

“Sit down,” She said, pointing at the bed.

Emma nodded, before walking up to her bed. Sighting her history book on the bed stand with some other book underneath it, she remembered that she hadn’t prepared for the quiz yet. She would do that after taking with Margo. She decided.

“How was today…I mean yesterday. You went to school after a long time out. How did it go?” Margo asked, wanting to start from a comfortable neutral topic, before migrating to other important situations that demanded their attention. Time was no longer on their side. The redhead would soon be 18.

Emma sighed, remembering the events of yesterday.

“What is it? Did something happen?” Margo queried, noticing the sour look on Emma’s face.

“It’s a long story.” Emma replied, proposing to tell her older friend the whole story, after all, the latter had been the only one that had been true with her, all the time.

“We have time.” Margo stated, shifting slightly on her position on the bed, fully curious on what had happened in the girl’s day. Hers had been a bit uneventful; apart from a visit from an old friend.

Emma doubted that. She had the quiz this morning. And she was a heavy sleeper.

But the quest to know more about herself triumphed over the quest to pass the history quiz. And so, she opened her mouth and talked.

She talked about the history class and the new history professor, all the while fighting to rid her thoughts of erotic images whenever she mentioned the professor’s name in a sentence. She talked about the cafe incident, although she didn’t mention the fact that she could read minds now. She only spoke on the clique with powers, whom the professor had saved her from.

“What a day…” Margo exclaimed, peering at Emma from underneath her long eyelashes.

So, the redhead managed to snag the attention of her niece. Does the story get any better? She thought.

And what was that about the history professor? She hoped that it was not what she was thinking. Or else…hell might let loose.