The Alphas therapist

Stranger on the train

The sound of birds sing lightly as the feeling of soft grass lays beneath me. The smell of flowers consuming me as I watch the sky, making out objects with the clouds. Surrounded by flowers in a beautiful meadow.

"Look mom! That one looks like a bunny!" I laugh in a high pitched ring as my mom holds me in between her legs.

"Your right! It does look like a bunny! Sweet heart, good job!"

"She's too smart for a 6 year old." A deep voice sounds as I look over and smile at my father. His green eyes watching my mother as she watches me.

"I think she is smarter than all of us." My mom laughs as she quirks her eyebrow at me.

"I think you're right" I say screaming in a fit of giggles as she tickles my ribs. My body flipping from side to side.

My dad joins in and starts laughing.

It's seems like I haven't heard him laugh in so long, I almost forgot it.

"Oh you are, are you?" He laughs at me.

"Yeahhh!" I scream as my body tries to fight the fingers in my ribs.

I finally break loose and run into a sprint down the grassy hill.

I turn back to see my mom running after me soon followed by my dad and my feet run faster. Hitting hard on the soft grass and my giggles never stop.

"You'll never catch me!" I scream at them

And that was the truth, they never would.

I turn around to hear the sounds of panic fill my ears. The sight before me made me stop dead in my tracks as my mom layed on the floor unconscious. My dad starts yelling at the operator on the phone and I rush over to him. Trying to wake my mom up. Pushing and pushing her body.

"Mommy! Wake up!" I kept yelling till my voice was raw.

Tears streamed down my face. Tears that didn't end for weeks.

A loud horn jolts me awake, my heart beating a million times a minute and my breathing is erratic. I look around me to see where I am and remember I am on a train.

I calm my breathing and settle better into my seat. I turn my head to the side and see a man with hazel eyes watching me. His hair a chocolate brown, tall frame, I can tell by him just sitting down that he is tall. His skin is soaked by the sun, a rich beautiful tan. He stares at me with no emotion on his face. I stare back for a seconds before my eyes finally break away.

My eyebrows scrunch at the weird interaction with the extremely attractive stranger and I shake my head as I try and drop the thought. I push my bag further under my seat and try to calm my body that is rigid in my seat.

That dream, it wasn't just a dream, it was real.

A memory.

I huff as a lump fills my throat. Liquid reaches the surface of my eyes and I refuse to let them fall.

Life was good back then, before all the moving and before I knew my mom had cancer. My dad was actually a father to me, but he left when things with my mom got hard. Although she did end up getting better, sometimes she would fall back down again and things would get bad and scary. My dad is a coward for leaving. But before he left I remember him loving my mom dearly, and being my hero.

He just wasn't my hero for long.

I check my phone and it's only been three hours, I still have six more hours to go. I huff again as I get bored. I need to sleep but I don't think I can at this point. My dream still flashes with images of my mother lying on the grass and it tugs at me.

I reach for my bag and pull out my suitcase, grabbing out a book I laid on top last minute knowing that I probably wouldn't be able to sleep much.

It's a mystery book titled, "The girl on the train" I laugh at the coincidence. I didn't even think about it until now.

I open the book and flip to the first page as something in the blurry distance catches my attention.

The man with hazel eyes is watching me and I turn my body and lower my book so that my whole face is in view.

"Don't you know it's quite rude to stare?" I say cocking an eyebrow at him.

He smirks at me and my heart leaps at the sound of his husky voice, "That's a good book." He says gesturing to the one in my hands.

"I haven't started it yet, but thanks for your input." I say as I turn myself back around feeling awkward with his presence and his staring problem.

But I eventually ignore it and fall in a deep trance of the book. The characters, the suspense, it's all so much and so good. The hazel eyed stranger is right. This is a good book.

I get half way through and place a book mark in between my pages as I stand and look for the bathroom. The small restroom sign comes into view and I make my way, not dropping the chance of letting my eyes drift over. The stranger has one arm propped up on the arm chair as his hand holds his cheek. A small smile makes it's way upon my face as I notice he is sleeping. The soft rise and fall of his chest indicate it. His eyes are kinda hidden but I'm pretty sure they are closed. I wouldn't be surprised though, if he stared in his sleep too...

He is dressed in nice jeans and a button up white long sleeve shirt and nice black polished shoes. A large gold watch decorating his wrist.

Must be rich.

I make it to the bathroom and do my business, before walking out I check my reflection in the mirror. Still wearing my old makeup but I did decide to change into a comfier outfit before boarding the train.

I'm wearing black leggings and a long oversized cream sweater with doc martens. I fix my slightly messy hair and open the door to the bathrooms to walk out as I hit a hard chest. Sparks ignite my body at the quick interaction, sending shivers down my spine. He smells really good, like mint and spice wood.

But the sparks left as quick as they came and I am left feeling dazed.

I inhale a sharp breath in shock as I pull back and look up. The hazel eyed stranger is much taller than I thought. Maybe 6'7 which is a giant compared to me, being only 5'4.

I wanted to apologize but no words left my lips and all I could do was stare at the massive man before me.

"Excuse me." Was all he spoke with a smirk before making his way down to the men's bathroom.

I stood frozen in silence as my mouth hung open and my eyes glued in his direction.

My mind snapped back into focus as I realize I'm going to look like a creep if he comes out and I'm standing here in the same position staring at him.  So I quickly pick up my pace and sit down with my book open, making it a few seconds before him as I see him sit down in my peripheral vision.

His eyes once again trained on me.

I soon put my book back in my suitcase and put it back under my seat. My eyes start to drift as my mind wanders about the hazel eyed stranger and what he finds so interesting about me.