The Unlovable Omega || Alpha x reader

| 9 | Foggy Displacement

My eyes flicker open to complete darkness. I look over to my surroundings, when they suddenly seem to have changed. I'm not in the couch, like I'm used to. My eyes finally focus on square of soft light peaking from behind a curtain. I finally realize I'm laying in the bedroom, but how? I don't remember how I ended up here and I do remember going to sleep in the couch last night. I quickly get from under the covers and sneak out the room. You already seem to have left, since the bed appears empty with new light from the hallway. I furrow my brows in confusion now getting down the stairs.

The house seems empty, as I am disappointed by the absence of a sweet scent in the kitchen. It seems you've stopped cooking for me, but then I notice there's no dishes in the kitchen. So it appears you didn't make breakfast at all. I think about grabbing something quickly out of the fridge to still my hunger, but having been pampered with all these delicious meals that I don't even consider it worth it. I suddenly notice a tall figure outside by the lake. You seem to be staring at the water from up close. I open the door, relieved by your presence. I wave out to grab your attention, but you don't seem to signal me any recognition of existence. My toes burry themselves in the ice cold snow, when I see you shaking your head from afar. My expression changes, as I withdraw my leg from the door opening.

I sit down by the windowsill and watch you while leaning against my arm in boredom. After a while my eyes seem to get tired and I lay on both my arms to fall asleep again. Suddenly the sound of the door wakes me. I look up at you from my slumber, as you angrily stomp past me without saying a single word. My eyes widen at your furious mood. I run after you like a lost puppy up the stairs. "If - if you're angry about wha-what happened this morning" I start appologizing when you've already reached the bedroom."I swear I don't remember coming to the bed" You don't answer and just start taking some clothes from your drawers. "Tommorow there's this kids's birthday" you just change the subject, as if I didn't even ask you anything. You hover over me with the clothes in hand and smirk "Bake something for that little shit, will ya?" I take a step back to create some distance. "but-" I start in protest, because we both know I'd never be able to do that. You interrupt me before I can finish.

"I have somewhere to be today" is the vague answer I get to my first question. Your clothes fall to the floor, as I quickly look away hiding my flushed cheeks to your nonchalant nature. You change into the clothes you picked behind me. I try asking again "Where are you going?" but I just hear annoying groans behind me. "You can't come with me" you answer, still not giving me a proper explanation. I suddenly feel you hovering over me, so I turn around in surprise. You're dressed in an expesive suit, making me blush at the sudden handsomeness you exude. "Why are you wearing-?" but before I can finish my sentence you leave the bedroom. I run one last time after you to the front door, only to get the same demand. "Bake something for my sister's kid like a good girl" as you are putting on your shoes you tap me on the head

"I'll be back soon"

Of course that's what you said, but now when I look at the clock, there have already passed 6 hours and there's still no sign of you. I finally saunter to the kitchen to do my task I had dreaded for the past hours. I thought I could just wait for you and we could do it together, but since you've been gone for so long, I have to change that tactic. Cooking can't be that difficult, right? Or at least baking seems easy. I can't go all out and do something crazy, since I've never done this before. So I decide to just make a basic cake, hoping you wouldn't be disappointed. So I grab the ingredients I've read on my phone. It takes at least five minutes for each, because I don't know where to find everything. When I have to find a mould, I don't even know where to start looking. So I decide to just start off without it, in case I bump into it later. I just throw all the ingredients together. The butter clumps together creating dry patches I can't seem to undo. I sigh, not knowing what to do.

I eventually decide to use the mixer that was standing on the side of the counter. When I've figured out the buttons, it suddenly sends all the batter flying through the air. The bowl falls off the counter, caused by the heavy weight of the mixer. The whole floor is painted with clumps of butter and my eyes are shut with wet flower. I cough out white powder, as my eyes widen at the mess I only now see. "Shit" I voice my complaints, while scooping the batter back together. The mixer suddenly automatically starts whirring again, creating more splatters around the cabinets and ground. I finally am able to shut it off, before slipping on a wet piece of egg and falling to the ground, causing the mixer to smash against the floor.

The cut on my knee starts bleeding again, as I look at the insides of the mixer that just fell appart in front of me. "Shit" I just say again, after making an even greater mess. When I see the blood spilling on the floor full of batter, my face contorts in disgust. After jiggling the loose parts of the mixer around a few times, I give up on putting it back together and look for band aids. I disinfect the wound now covered in red clots of flower and carefully put a band aid back over it. I wipe the white flower off my face and mouth with a clean cloth and finally recover my whole vision. I sigh, when looking back at the kitchen. Where do I even start?

I suddenly hear the front door opening and I gasp. This is like the worst timing ever. If you saw this you'd probably get even angrier than last time. I quickly slip to the living room to try and get you to stay out of the kitchen. I lift my head just over the headrest of the sofa and watch you with great intent. You seem to wobble and talk to yourself. My face paints a confused expression at your stiff movements to get your shoes off. You walk into the living room and finally seem to notice me. Your eyes widen and you keep staring at me with this weird expression. Before I can figure out what it would mean, your eyes start watering. I get up from the sofa in bewilderment at the first tear falling down your cheek. "What's wrong?" I ask in a tiny voice, suddenly really worried about you.

You step closer to me, so our noses are almost touching. It almost seems like your second tear would reach my face when you whisper silently "Sorry" . My brows furrow deeper, when I feel your arms wrapping around my waist from behind. You pull me closer, as you rest your fore head on my shoulder. "Do over" You seem to mumble against my shoulder, without even noticing the white stains of flower on my clothing. "I want a do over" I notice your fingers trembling against my back and don't know what to do. "What do over?" I just ask in confusion, while trying to wrap my arms around your neck. You woke up so angry, but now you seemed nothing else but broken. I'd never seen you shake like this. When I come closer to you, the smell of alcohol fills my nose, explaining your odd behavior. "Our wedding night" you eventually answer, looking at me again, as you force me to take a few steps back, pushing me.

You push me onto the sofa and a wave of fear flows over me. I realize your weird behavior and our difference in strength. You're suddenly so unpredictable. "You just reminded me too much of her, so I couldn't" you keep unfinishing your sentences, as you now crawl on top of me. I push my hands on your chest, trying to push you off, but your weight crushes my attempts. "She was so cold too" you keep mumbling weird things. "Who's she?" I eventually dare to ask, as I've given up on getting you off of me. You hug me like a linen doll, almost crushing my soul. My chest breaths shakingly onto yours, as it gets harder to fill my lungs. "I couldn't do it" you seem to be hurting, as you squeeze me harder "I'm sorry" I try to scratch your skin through the suits fabric to free myself. "I- ca- brea-" I bring out between shaking breaths. You suddenly free me with a worried expression. Before I can say anything you lift me up in your arms and start carrying me upstairs.

I try looking at your expression for an explanation on why, but you seem to concentrated on where we're going. You throw me onto the bed and start throwing your clothes everywhere. I cover my eyes and turn away from you. How could you be so drunk, you start doing things like this? The bed suddenly makes me lean to the side, when your weight makes it sag. Before I can turn around, both of your arms pull me closer to you, as you seem to try to fall asleep. I just stare at the wall with widened eyes, unable to grasp what is happening. Your dirty shirt I'm wearing, covers my naked body that is now coming way to close to yours. As I try to struggle for a bit, you seem to pull me even closer making me feel something push against my behind. I stop immediately before I make things worse and freeze. You'll probably wake up tomorrow and act as if this never happened. So I just close my eyes and try to find sleep, as one question troubles my mind over and over again.

"Was the one you talked about earlier the one who made you like this?"