I woke up and began wiping the crust off my eyes. The sunlight from the dark curtain seems to be my alarm clock today. Not only did I wake up with pain on my right leg, I woke up with a slight headache. Shit. I pulled myself and tried fixing my hair, but I know it wasn't fixed properly. The bed was so comfortable and the pillows were so soft, I was glad Miles picked this room for me. It makes me feel like I'm right at hom-....home. Memories from last night began to reveal itself to me, making me want to go back home even more. I saw a blue pillow and placed it on my back as I leaned on the headboard. I have to come up with a plan before the third day. I know I might injure my leg even more, but I need to head back asap and tell my dad what's going on. As I began thinking of a master plan, I examined what else this room had besides furniture. Not once did I see a t.v., the most basic element in a bedroom. What kind of room is this?!
The door opened and it was Brandon. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt that was tight enough for him. What is up with this people wearing tight ass shirts? In his hand he was holding a bowl. "Rise and shine." He said. He walked towards me and handed me the bowl. "It's oatmeal. Cinnamon apple, if you like it."
"Thanks." Grabbing the bowl from him and stirred it. "It's been a long time since I had oatmeal. Thank you."
"Don't sweat it. And you don't have to keep thanking me twice. And besides, if you're going to be pampered while held hostage, might as well have somebody bring your food to you." I smiled at the comment. He really thinks I'm getting pampered. I guess. I took a spoonful and was about to eat it until I felt a sharp pain on my leg.
"Shit." I mumbled.
"What's wrong?!" He said.
"Just my leg, that's all." I looked at the nightstand and there was the prescription Dr. Osborn gave me. I almost forgot about that. "Can you please bring me a glass of water?"
"Sure." He left and closed the door behind him. I put the bowl down on the nightstand and grabbed the pills instead. I examined it and it states that I should take at least twice a day. Twice a day?! This medication better make me good as new in two days! I opened it and dumped out one pill. They look small, so thank goodness I wasn't prescribed to take big pills. It's bad enough I don't like medicine.
The door swung open and it was Brandon carrying a glass of water. He sat on the edge of the bed and handed the cup to me. "Here you go."
"Thanks." I took the glass from him and put the pill in my mouth then started to drink until I felt that it was in my system.
"You're good?" Sounding concerned.
"Yeah. Just forgot to take the pills Dr. Osborn gave me."
"So you met him."
"Yeah. And he's pretty nice too."
"Yep, that's him alright."
"Yeah." I did a slight chuckle. Thinking about Dr. Osborn made me think about the interrogation Miles gave me. How he kept questioning me about some substance. "What is the substance you guys are after?"
"Huh?"
"The substance...that's what Miles called it."
"Oh...lets just say it's best we destroy it."
"But why is my dad in the picture?"
"You should know...you live with him."
"That doesn't mean anything."
"Yes it does." He looked at me like he was a bit frustrated.
"No it doesn't."
"How old are you?"
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Prisoner To An Alpha
Lobisomem"Who the hell are you?!" I asked. "That's how you talk to your guest?" He said. "No. You're just an unwanted guest." He began smiling and put his head down to laugh. It was a sinister laugh, like he was making a mockery out of me. ******************...
