Alpha's Girl ~ Owen Grady

|Four|

I cry, and cry and cry. 

Gripping onto Owens shirt for some form of comfort as he removes his leather jacket and throws it over my bare shoulders before pulling me gently, but protectively, into his sculptured chest. My lip trembles like a small child as I try to hold in the heaving sobs that shake my entire body- squeezing my eyes shut in protest of it all. This isn't some sick dream. It's real!

His soothing hand stays on my aching head as he applies pressure with a cloth to the back of my head- where he got it from I don't know and I don't really care. My racing heart beat pulsing against my throbbing head like a Cherokee drum being played at a festival- load and fast.

A pair of cool, slender, fingers that I know don't belong to Owen touches one of my ears instantly causing a petrified scream to spill from my dry and hoarse throat. Throwing my small panicking body further into Owens; my arms wrapping around his large waist instinctively to pull me closer as I bury my head into the crook of his neck. The scent of fresh grass and perspiration mixing with my tears that soak his shirt.

I feel his arm move from around my waist before a light tap on my shoulder to get me to look at him. 

Slowly I do.

Tears staining my vision, I can just make out what looks like my hearing aid between his large fingers. I don't give him a response as I bury my head back in the crook of his neck. Getting my hearing back will make it all the more real. At least at the minuet I feel as if I'm in a parallel universe where my senses are dulled and not screaming at me.

"Left or right," I faintly hear and feel him say though his throat as he speaks, its like he's talking underwater, muffled and dull. I tap my right ear as he awkwardly places my aid into my ear, my own fingers gracing his as I push it more comfortably into place and regrettably, turn it on.

I'm bombarded by what seems like thousands of voices all at once and I unintentionally wince into Owens neck as I try to block out the crowd of voices that are outside the door as every voice of my friends and colleges seemed to have gathered- I'm grateful that Owens large body blocks the doorway so no one can properly see me.

"Shut up!" I hear Owen command over his shoulder as my grip tightens on his waist, my hands still gripping the shirt so tightly that they've gone a ghostly white. The voices thankfully quieten a little allowing me to hear the movement of another person entering the room, sighing pitifully at the sight of me before I sense them crouch down behind me so that they're facing Owen.

"Hey sweetie," I hear the soothing and calm voice of Elizabeth behind me. I sob uncontrollably at her voice and feel her gentle hand on my back as she rubs soothing circles whilst Owen continues to hold me close and rock me like a baby. The baby I truly am- I could have tried to stop them harder, or let them have me and be the good, quiet, girl that everyone knows I am and have kept my mouth shut.

A thick a blanket is wrapped around me, on top of Owens jacket, to stop me shivering against the cool air conditioned room and the shock that will be beginning to set in. I hate knowing all this. Having studied it and experienced it all before.

"We're going to take you to a quieter room so we can wrap you up a bit better darling," She cooed to me, I could feel her empathetic stare on my back, the sag of her shoulders and downwards line of her usual smiling lips. I hate this! 

I nod anyways.

"I won't leave you," Owen whispers into my ear as I grip onto him as tightly as I can and curl into him for protection from the stares about to come, his hot breath fanning against my ear and neck. It should freak me out, but instead it has an almost calming effect. Taking a deep breath, I nod against his chest as I hide away in his arms as he effortlessly lifts me up as he stands, a slight gasp escaping my sealed lips at the rush of cool air against my pale skin. I go ridged against him, my eyes squeezed as tightly shut as I can get them as I press my head as far into his neck as it will let me- the silence the crowd emits at the state of me is explosive. Am I really that bad?

It isn't a far walk along the corridor, Owen never once loosing his grip on my petite body as he calmly carries me to the cleared room for me, his soft whisers of reassurance a comfort in the tornado of destructive thoughts racing throughout my rattling mind.

He didn't lie- he didn't leave me. Instead, he held my hand and wiped my tears away for the rest of the next few days whilst they questioned me and gave me rehabilitation techniques, not that I didn't already know them, everything seeming so familiar yet unfamiliar. The small light faded from my eyes, replaced by a dull stare as I halfheartedly listen to everything everyone has to say to me, and my body always slumped, bundling in on itself at the weight of the situation.

"Has this ever happened before?" Elizabeth cautiously asks as she sat on the other side of me to Owen, curious as to how I'm answering the questions how she wants them and before she's even asked them.

"I was ten," I whispered in a monotone voice as I stared at the blank, white, wall ahead of me.