Potential Anatomy

Chapter 7

(Alannah POV)

"Get out!" I yelled throwing the remote at him as he dodged it and it clattered to the floor. "Get out get out now!" Screaming now, tears falling down my face he makes his way over to me as I'm about to throw a paint brush at him he wraps me in a hug.
What is he doing! Get off of me you Bastard. You nosey fucking bastard.

"Let me go!" I scream struggling around as I cry. "Let me go now!" I cry trying to get out of his embrace.
Gently he hushes me and strokes my hair. Slowly I start to calm down and just cry. Holding onto him I cry. Why am I letting him hold me? Because you're a idiot. My subconscious sneers at me.

Slowly I push her back as Theodore sits on the couch as I curl up in his lap my face buried in his collar. He's warm, so warm, his breathing calm as he rocks me back and fourth hushing me. He's comforting. Like Ty. No nothing like Ty. Yes exactly like Ty.

Closing my eyes I breathed in his scent. He smells like Ty to. That made me cry harder. My subconscious needs to shut up. Just shut up...

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Theo holds me for I don't know how long. Minutes... Hours... I think I fell asleep. When I glanced up sun set colors were coming through the window.

"Feeling better?" He asked when he noticed I lifted my head slightly.
I didn't reply but continued to hold onto him. While I sat quiet I thought about what was happening. He was intruding in my space... He watched my secret videos... He saw me cry...He's holding me... Bastard.

Sighing I glance up at him as he stares down at me with what? Concern? His eyes looked worried. Why?

"I think I'm better... Thank you..." I murmur. You've let a man hold you. That's breaking a barrier. Breaking a strong steel built barrier.

"Don't mention it." He whispers as he loosens his grip on me. His eyes are the same color as Ty's. His hair the same color and his lips... Stop it!

Pulling away from Mr.Hast I sniffle and look at him. "Why are you in here? Youre trespassing. " I mumble as he frowns up at me.

"Trespassing?" He asks.

"Yes trespassing. This is my private area. Meaning no You aloud." I state crossing my arms stubbornly. He smiles looking at me. As he smiles I frown wait...

"How long have you been in here?" I ask looking at him now it's his turn to frown. He stands and rubs his neck.
"Since the beginning of the first video." He replies and I tense starring at him.

"Well then I guess now you know. You know why I'm a feminist, why I'm the way I am. Why I don't like Men. " He looks down as I continue. "Now you know who my best friend is and why im after Mr.Hoyt." I step closer to him as he quickly looks back up at me. "Why I'm poor. It's because I choose to be poor. " He frowns.

"I could sell each and every single one of my paintings but I won't. " I snap as he still stays quiet.

Frowning I close my eyes and take breath as my phone rings. Quickly I pull it out and put it to my ear.
"Hello?"

"Lannah." A woman sobs as I quickly look up at the man who's standing in front of me.

"Claire? What's happened? Are you okay?" I ask obviously worried as Mr.Hast frowns at me.