The Darker Side of Me

Chapter 43: Dont Come for Me

I shot up so fast from that bed that my head started spinning uncontrollably. I found a wall to lean on and shut my eyes to try an regain my balance. I caught sight of the strange man walking over to me. "No stop, I dont know who you are," I said. I tried standing again only to stumble right into him. Why was I so dizzy?

"Noah, you're not ok. Let me take care of you and you can ask questions after, ok?" he reasoned.

"No, I can't stay here."

"But if you try and leave now you'll never make it back. Just let me take care of you."

I felt myself falling over and the room continued spinning. A strong arm wrapped themselves around the back of my knees and scooped my up. The other arm went around my neck to support my head. The room was still spinning rapidly and I felt as though I was going to be sick. There was a small wooden chair in the bathroom where the guy was taking me. He sat me down carefully and rested me all the way back against the chair. I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my hand to my pounding head. I felt a cold cloth pressed into my other hand and I brought it up to my head. I took in a couple deep breaths and felt myself start to calm down. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the guy squatting in front of me. At first his face was out of focus, but as it slowly came to me, I saw Sean looking into my eyes.

"Sean?" I questioned.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" he replied.

"How am I feeling? Gee let me think this over; my ex seems to have some kind of obsession over me, stalks me over the phone, kidnaps me. How the hell do you think I feel?"

He chuckled. "I meant how's your head, but the level of your voice answers that question. Next one..."

"Oh no, if anyone here is asking questions it me! Why the hell did you call me?"

"It wasn't me that called you."

"Then who was it?"

"My alpha."

"I thought you were the alpha. Isn't that how you got Logan put in the hospital in the first place?"

"Yeah, well you see that was more of an assignment for me. And maybe a way to show you that I was strong enough to protect you, give you reassurance that I would be able to provide for you if you came back to me," he explained scratching the back of his neck.

"Guess that plan backfired," I scoffed.

"Guess so."

"So why did you kidnap me?"

"Again, it was an assignment for me."

"Set by who?"

"Me," came a familiar voice. The voice over the phone.

"Who are you?"

He walked out of the darkness that he was standing in. He had extremely broad shoulders and his muscles stood out from his body. He was wearing a Paris of beige cargo shorts and a blak t-shirt. "I must say Noah, you're a lot more feisty in person."

"Why is it that you always work your way around my questions?"

"Oh my goodness, where are my manners. My name is Antonio. Perhaps your lame excuse of a boyfriend has brought me up?"

"Never heard of you."

"Oh, so sad. Don't you want to know what happened?" he asked curiously.

"I have a feeling I don't," I answered truthfully.

"But I think this might interest you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. Your boyfriend isn't who he comes off as. He's a criminal. I'll admit, I'm one too. We got into so much trouble. But that one time that everyone has where they get caught, what do you think he did? He ran off. Left me hung out to dry. Spent 4 years in prison and now that I'm out, I want revenge."