The Alpha's House Pet

Chapter 4

Chapter 4:

I woke late that night, the pounding in my head had gone but the vivid images of the day's occurrences still festered and bothered me. His voice that flowed like silk from his soft supple looking lips as though every word that left his mouth had been premeditated and rehearsed to perfection. His eyes, oh his eyes, rimmed with a hint of a deeper blue but a Caribbean ocean within all arranged to perfection on his face surrounded by his honey tinted skin and placed on the body of a superhero. I sighed sitting up in my bed, but he was Declan Thompson and for every ounce of beauty in him there is yet another ounce of hostility and un willingness in me because I don't believe there is anything more to him than his looks.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed I sat up shoving the sheets back and yawning, the clock read in bright red numbers the time which was coming up on midnight. I wondered if my parents would still be up at this hour, before I got up I noticed a small piece of notebook paper with the fringes hanging of in a sloppy way with messy handwriting penned in sharpie with the marker laying next to it open. Capping the sharpie that was long past useless I picked up the paper and read it.

My mom's flipping shit about where I am
I gotta go
-Justin

Shaking my head with a small chuckle I crumpled up the note and pitched it into the garbage pail across the room. Bouncing off the rim it fell to the floor beside it, slumping my shoulders in disappointment I shuffled over to pick it up and drop it in. Stretching as I went I walked towards my door sliding my socks across the floor.

The hallway outside of my room was dimly lit and I could barely see a thing as I clutched a wall and walked myself to the turn where the stairs were and carefully made my way down the bare wooden stairs where there was thankfully a light up above illuminating them. Along the oak paneling of the stairs there were wolves carved into the wood, two to be exact, one bigger than the other but both proud looking and unflawed. Reaching the bottom of the stairs I turned to another dim hallway and passed through unto the darkness of the dinning room, but beyond the darkness the kitchen was lit up. I approached it and poked my head in the door to find both my parents sitting down at the island counter eating and sharing quiet chatter which ceased the moment they became aware of my presence.

"There's still some chicken on the stove." My mother offered gently smiling and waving her hand to a pan with a couple pieces of chicken laying in bath of oil.

"Thank you." I grabbed a plate from the cabinet and put some chicken on it before filling a glass with water. I sat down at the marble island counter in the center of the kitchen across from my parents.

"I'm sorry your father and I were so harsh about you being out with Justin a few days ago." She began my father nodding, as she placed a hand on his. My father was still wearing his clothes from the day, he was decorated elegantly with a suit, he had however loosened his tie and undone a few buttons, my mother on the other hand wore a fluffy pink robe and I'm assuming nothing underneath as the top of her shoulder fell exposed for a moment until she hastily pulled the robe back.

"Is that a scar or a tattoo?" Her movements seized up at my question which I regretted asking upon seeing fury ignite in my fathers eyes. My mother was truly a kind soul but my father was quick to anger and merciless at times and when his eyes lit up as they had it was a sign I had done something wrong but it was too late now.

"What are you talking about dear?" She asked batting her eyelashes uncomfortably not meeting my fathers fiery glare. Justin had always told me my eyes were purple because the colors of my father and mother's eyes had mixed like paint. The notion wasn't as far fetched as it sounded, my mother had deep beautiful blue eyes nothing out of the ordinary, my father however didn't share the trait of ordinary eyes. His were forged in the pits of hell by Satan himself. They gave off the appearance of being a hazel upon first look, but they spit burning embers and when struck by the light or anger they would ignite and burn a deep amber.