The Omission-Simon RileyxReader

Chapter 3: Amber eyes

It was hell. After the initial accident my brothers found out, notifying our father of my failed mission and injury which resulted in a phone call from my mother while hearing his snide remarks in the background. She didn't dare shush him and after close to five minutes of her trying to slightly talk over him so I wouldn't hear, I told her I had to let her go and I'd talk to her later. I haven't spoken top her since.

A few friends I had made on base would stop by to check on me, as did Graves but that was just him reminding me how much closer I am to going on our big mission together. I had been released a few days ago, doing some light physical therapy and training to get myself re-accustomed to everything but I'm already feeling back to normal.

"I can't wait to have you under my command. You slip up one time and you're done, Alexis." I watched with a bored expression as he stalked back and forth around my room, gloating annoyingly. I rolled my eyes at his perfect smile. Disgusting.

"It must be really small." I mumbled, while showing my phone some attention. Its quickly snatched from my hands prompting me to snap my head up at the blonde.

"Wanna repeat that, brat?" He says while holding the phone away from me. He's irritated but he's playing it somewhat cool. I roll my eyes. "Does this not get tiring? Constantly praying on my downfall only to not have it happen... You must hate that, don't you, Phillip?" I stand and hold out my hand for the phone. He gives me a dry chuckle before slapping the phone in my hand.

"One week." He leans close to me, clutching my hand as tight as he could around the phone. "One week until your ass is mine and no one, not even Shepherd can save you." He hisses before letting my hand go with a push before storming out.

I stare at the door he left out of with furrowed brows. I'll never understand his issue with me or what it even is. I shook my head before sitting to put my shoes on to head down to the mess hall for dinner, praying I don't run into Graves or any of his lapdogs.

I quickly spot Lily, a friend I had made on base sitting at a table with a few more people we knew. I quickly grab my food and a water before sitting down in the empty seat next to her. "Hey, Lex!" She beamed up at me after swallowing her food. I smiled back while popping open and taking a drink of the water.

"How's it going? How are you feeling getting back into the swing of things?" She asked while a few others looked my way waiting for me to answer. "It's going well! I feel normal again so I'm ready to get back in the field." I say while spearing some pasta onto a fork and bringing it to my mouth.

She gives one of her perfect smiles as she nods. "Thats so good!" She says enthusiastically. Shes always been on the brighter side, never letting things weigh her down. I think that's why we clicked the way we did. We were so different but alike all at the same time. She came from a privileged family. She was an only child so was a daddy's girl through and through and excelled in everything she did. I genuinely loved that for her. She's sweet, I don't know why she decided down this route in life to join the military besides helping people.

I swallow my food looking around the room at all the soldiers chatting and eating before I refocus back on the people I sit with. A girl across from us is telling us about a guy she has ran into a few times and how he has the loveliest smile. I smile back at her before spooning a fork full of pasta, chewing I feel eyes on me, and I turn to find a pair of piercing blue eyes boring into mine.

She's a regular height, skinny blonde/brunette woman... Kate I think her name is. When our eyes meet her gaze never falters, staring deep into my soul. I shift in my seat before turning to face away from her but that doesn't stop the feeling of her boring her eyes into my head. I see everyone is in deep conversation and I slip from my seat, trash in my hand as I go to throw away the plastic container of leftover food. I keep my down, hoping to shake the gaze of her. She's hardly ever on base unless something serious is happening. "Alexis Williams." I'm ripped from my thoughts at the sound of a woman's curt voice. My head snaps up and I stare at her, arm reached to push the door open.