Save Me, Alpha

Chapter #9

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                                                                  Astrid's POV*

I hummed softly, stirring the noodles in the hot pot of water. I was almost done with the pasta- the sauce was completely ready, and the noodles were almost ready. Matt had wanted Alfredo tonight, so therefore I was cooking Alfredo.

Hearing the front door open, my eyes widened in fear. Supper wasn't ready- Matt always wanted supper ready the minute he got home! Quickly I threw the pasta into the strainer, being quick and a bit sloppy. I now shoved the newly-drained noodles into a large white bowl with gold rimmed edges. Pouring the alfredo sauce into the bowl I mixed it together. It didn't look beautiful, and the noodles weren't cooked all the way through, but it would just have to do for now.

"Astrid!" He roared. I sprinted to the dining room with the bowl in my arms, setting it down. I had already set the table to perfection, along with his glass of gin.

A bit much work for a 17 year old, really, but I had gotten used to it over the years.

He walked into the dining room menacingly, a calm look on his features. That's what scared me the most. Whenever he was really angered, he would always look cool and collected. But there's always calm before the storm.

"Alfredo?" He questions, causing me to nod fiercely.

"Yes sir." I replied firmly. He nodded, starting on his Alfredo pasta. "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but may I please have something to eat?" I asked, my voice now small and timid.

He growled, his eyes snapping up to mine as he launched the silver fork across the room. I heard the loud 'Clank!' of the utensil hitting the wall, and I winced. 

"How dare you interrupt me? More importantly, WHY ISN'T MY PASTA COOKED?!" 

I was physically shaking now, looking up at him in fear. 

He charged forward, his hand latching onto my throat as he slammed my back against the dark blue wall. He glowered at me, pulling his fist back and slamming it into my nose.

"No!" I cried, tears pouring down my face as he proceeded to beat me. "Please stop! Please Matt! It hurts! Matt!"

 

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"Kitten! Kitten wake up! Baby, please! Wake up now!" My eyes shot open, sitting up quickly. I was panting,  sweat covered my body and tears ran down my flushed cheeks. I looked around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.

Finding Ash, I started to cry harder. He grabbed my waist, hauling me onto his lap. With his big strong arms wrapped securely around me, he murmured soothing words into my ear.

"Shh, baby. Shh. I'm here now, it was just a dream." His last sentence had me crying harder, shaking my head.

"No it wasn't!" I cried, "It all happened! It was real! It was M-M-Ma-tt-t" He growled softly, obviously trying to contain his anger.