The Alphas therapist

Rude awakening

Events from earlier stir me awake but my eyes are still shut. My head feels groggy although I feel better, having gotten some sleep.

Eye crust fills my eyes from all the crying so I rub my eyes with my hands trying to free it.

With that I finally, but slowly open my eyes and find myself somewhere a bit dark. My eyes try readjusting to the darkness with only a bit of light coming from the corners of wherever I am.

Worry starts to sink in, the last place I remember being was asleep on the floor of the tight four walled room on the train. Wrapped in the arms of a stranger. Is he really much of a stranger to me anymore? But since I never got his name, I will continue to call him "stranger."

As my eyes start to adjust I turn my head a bit more forward from where my head laid from the side. The crick in my neck indicating how I slept.

Eventually I make out what is in front of me, a figure sitting in a chair staring at me. My heart jumps as I stir around in panic.

I realize now that I am definitely NOT where I last was seen.

"Calm down." The husky voice sent shivers through me and I knew exactly who the voice came from. His scent clarifying it.

"Where am I?!" I ask my voice coming out hoarse at first.

"Listen Azalea I need you to calm down first." His voice is stern and it made me more freaked out. Where the hell am I?

I turn to the little bit of light source peaking out beside me and my fingers shoot out quickly to the object. When I find a small handle I lift it up and my heart plummets to my feet at the sight.

I fling up in my seat with both hands on the sides of a small window as I stare at the white clouds that we pass right through.

Rage builds up in me and I push aside all my fear. I think I have been kidnapped. Well I have been kidnapped.

"Where are you taking me?!" I yell as I make my way to all the windows, lifting them up to allow more light in the dim and small plane.

"Azalea!" His voice booms but it doesn't stop me from pacing like a mad man on the floor. Who is this man? Where is he taking me? Will he hurt me? And lastly, how does he know my name...

"How do you know my name?" I question, stopping the pacing as I stand with my hands clench on my sides, my fingernails cutting into my skin.

"Please sit down and we can talk, okay?"

"What the hell is wrong with you? You're crazy! I need to go home! Take me home now!" I yell as I make my way over to him and stand furiously over his frame that remains in an upright position in his tan leather seat.

I growl as he says absolutely nothing.

He then stands and I make no attempt to step back even though his tall frame is intimidating.

"Azalea." He growls at me.

"Answer me!" I scream at him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Azalea, please." He speaks softly placing his hands on my arms that are now at crossed on my chest.

The loud impact of skin meeting flesh is sounded through the small jet and a furious growl is let out of the man.

My hand stings a bit from the impact on his face but I continue to try and hold my ground. Tears finally fall and I hate myself for it.

"Don't you ever touch me again! How dare you! I trusted you enough to hold me while I cried over the loss of my mother! And you do this to me?! What do you want from me?!!" I scream in his face as his expression remains emotionless.

"So help me God I will break open a damn window and send this plane clashing to the ground if you don't answer me!" I yell, my voice now becoming raw.

The inflict of pain is made on my wrists as he grabs them tightly and pushes his way backwards sending me hitting very roughly into the side of the plane wall.

I whimper at the crushing of my wrist, knowing that my right hand is probably sprained.

"Get off of me!!!" I try and use my weight to push him off of me but he is too close. My breaths come out erratic and his face nears towards mine as I have to turn my face to the side to avoid his. His lips brush my ear and I have to ignore the tingles it sends through me. The pain he is causing me is more intense.

"Your life is going to be hell if you don't listen. I promise you that." His voice softly rumbles and I hold back my tears. Trying to breathe out of my nose only.

He roughly let's go and walks back over to his chair not sparing me a second glance as I slowly melt to the floor. The blood circulation pumping back into my hands as they go from a ghostly white back to their normal pale shade. I pull my knees in and bury my face into them, doing my best to hide my eyes from his.

I whimper softly at the pulsing of my injured wrists and try my hardest not to break down again.

I should've stay home. I should've stayed with my mom until her last breath, but I was gone trying to envision a new world, knowing that world meant after she was gone and I feel incredible guilt. I tried my hardest to picture my future and figure out my next steps and plans for when my mom passes. I didn't wanna have to stay in the same town that she died in. So I lived my life grieving every day for when this day would come, and now it has and I feel like the worst person in the world. Because instead of being with my mom when she passed, I was out and excited about my new life. But really my mom was my life, she was my absolute everything. And now I'm left here in a small jet taken away from the world, with a stranger, and with no idea of where I'm going or what's next.