Alphas Toy

Part 24

I relinquished the last bits of the pasta that Barbara said was in the refrigerator which I could help myself to. Apparently she cooked often and she certainly did a good job at that. The pasta was delicious, i'de say it was close to the quality of my mothers. But then again my biased hunger was probably having an influence but nonetheless, Barbara's food was undeniably good.

I was so deep in thought about the food that I didn't notice a figure behind me.

Christopher.

I heard a few more steps closer to me and I snapped my head towards his direction. He looked slightly disoriented yet effortlessly beautiful. He had a slightly stubbly with his hair ruffled much more than the usual; clearly an after-nap effect. His eyes were narrowed as he piercingly looked into my soul. And I didn't know if the narrowing eyes reflected his anger or the after-nap effect.

"Isabella" he said, breaking the silence. The way he purposely elongated my name almost seemed intimidating yet sounded as though it perfectly rolled off his tongue.

I looked at him in response.

"So you're home alone?" He asked, realising we were the only ones left in this mansion.

"Yeah. Your brother and Barbara had to head out" I explained nervously. I still couldn't tell if Christopher was in one of his foul moods or if he was just tired from waking up from his nap. I hated that his anger and bipolar mood swings influenced my behaviour. I hated that I had to adapt my actions towards his unpredictable persona. And most importantly, I hated that I always scared of him. This fear removed my ultimate freedom. Back at home, I could do as I want without worrying about the consequences. Now I had to ensure that my action was compatible to the mood swings of this psychological freak.

And the worst thing was, I couldn't even have the guts to say anything about it.

"Where did they go" he asked as he helped himself to a bottle of water. He drank his water slowly as he looked towards me, waited for an answer. Was it me or did he dangerously look predatory?

"They said they had a few things to do" I said as I began to fumble with my fingers. What I really wanted to say is how would I know? I only just met them, they're not exactly going to tell me about everything they do. He barely tells me why I'm kidnapped. And in any case, that's his brother so he should know. But of course my rational side refrained me from saying so.

"So you don't even know where they are" he said in annoyance, rolling his eyes. Why is he directing his annoyance at me, like what did I do? Talk about being a scapegoat.

I shrugged my shoulders, not really trusting my mouth to say anything. Sometimes my tongue did have a mind of its own and who knows, today could be one of them days.

"So you're just going to sit here? And be a freeloader" he said in an accusing tone. Where the hell did that come from?

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked, browing my eyes in confusion. I was the one kidnapped! I don't really have a choice in anything.

"I don't know! Do something. All you do is bloody sit and ask questions. When am I going to see my family? Why am I kidnapped? What is my purpose here? Question after question. And if it's not that, you just sit there like a sheep! You don't even be fully co-operative. My friends have tried being nice to you and you just be a bloody closed book to them. They tried getting to know you, they were nice to make this kidnapping experience better for you. And what do you do? You don't even fully appreciate that. Well boohoo Isabella. You're kidnapped and well shit happens so deal with it. Stop self-pitying and get over yourself" he suddenly said, his voice rising to the verge of shouting and I winced at the sheer harshness.