"I told you not to run," He growled, glaring down at me.
I tried to beg but when I opened my mouth no words came out, just a whimper. He knelt down on his haunches so he was face to face with me, his gaze consuming me. Pushing a blonde lock behind...
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The next morning I woke up on my own, no blaring alarm coming from my phone. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet and I could feel the headache coiling around my brain. Opening my eyes immediately made my head feel worse, like someone was stabbing at the back of my eyes.Propping myself up on my elbow, I reached over to the nightstand next to my bed and grabbed for the case holding my glasses and quickly put them on.
Laying back down in my bed I brought my blankets up to my chin, curling up in a ball. I let my eyes adjust to the light as I looked around at my room. My walls were painted lavender with a few shelves here and there displaying some plants and a couple of pictures I had painted ages ago. My dresser was against the opposite wall, atop it was a gold colored lamp, more plants and a picture from one of the only happy times spent with my Dad, step mother and Alex. We had spent a long weekend in Maine, visiting my grandparents who lived near Freeport. We did all of the touristy things like visit lighthouses, walked around all of the shops in Portland, ate our body weight in lobster.
My phone started to buzz, pulling me out of the memory. Reaching for it, I winced. What the hell did I do to my hand? My knuckles were all covered in cuts and bruises. All at once the events of last night came back to me. My chest tightened, it felt like all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room but before I could spiral my phone started to buzz again.
"Yea?" I answered, my voice trembling.
"Where are you?" Alex questioned.
"In my bed. Why?"
"Oh, okay cool. Well I'm here at the shop." He answered sarcastically. "Where you're supposed to be to help with inventory."
I shot up, nearly dropping my phone. "Oh fuck!"
"Yea." He said in a sing-song tone.
"Shut up, I don't think you ever showed up for a shift on time!" I snapped, rushing around my room grabbing any piece of clean clothes I could find.
Alex chuckled. "You want to cancel and do it next weekend?"
I threw the phone on my bed so I could change out of my sleep shirt and into a back v-neck shirt. New bruises littered my arms and torso making me grimace. "No, Uncle Will wants it done today. I'll be there in an hour. It's still early, I shouldn't hit traffic."
I ended the call before tugging on a pair of jeans, my converse and an oversized plaid flannel. I rushed to the kitchen to quickly make some coffee, grab a granola bar and left.
I managed to make it to work in a little over an hour. My blaring music helped to keep my mind from going to what happened last night. I was not ready to unpack that baggage especially not while driving. Alex gave me shit as soon as I walked in the shop, shoving the other scanner in my chest, he told me everything he scanned so far and where I should start.
"I'm going for a smoke." He grumbled, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt down to cover his face.
He was already through the door before I could come up with a snarky comment. We normally talk very sarcastically to each other but between yesterday and today it doesn't feel like our normal banter. Figuring I should just give him a couple of minutes to have a cigarette in peace, I got to work scanning barcodes.
