An Alpha's Desire

Total Opposites

What the heck was that noise? I asked myself, waking up to a shrill noise.

I got up before realizing it was my phones alarm, telling me to wake up.

I let out a yawn before checking the time. It was four. I had to be there at five. So that only gave me enough time to freshen up before heading to the airport.

"Sadie! I was just making sure you're up." Don told me. Walking into the room.

"Can I use your sink?" I asked him getting up from the bed.

"Of course, it's right down the hall." He told me, as he pointed to the hall.

I thanked him before getting up and walking down the hallway. Just like Don said, the bathroom was right down the hallway.

I looked myself in the mirror. I had bags under my brown contact colored eyes, perhaps from tossing and turning all night. My black dyed hair was slightly greasy but it will have to do until I get to Alaska. As nasty as it sounds, I didn't want to risk going back to my apartment to get a toothbrush, clothes, and etc.

So all I had was my backpack. Which stores my laptop, my phone, hand sanitizer, my journal, and my pen.

I turned the faucet on and ran my hands under the cold water. I shivered as I splashed the water onto my face before shutting it off. I wiped my face with a paper towel before heading back to my cell.

"Is your family expecting you?" Don asked me.

"Not that I know of." I told him.

Family. That one word that's supposed to bring people comfort. For me it didn't.

There were four of us. My parents and Jenna and I who are fraternal twins. My dad died in a car accident when I was six, Jenna being seven. He would always do this thing where whenever we were upset he'd do anything to put a smile back on our face. Sometimes it was ice-cream, sometimes it was taking us to the toy store, and other times he'd always act goofy. He was the anchor that always kept our family steady. Once he passed away, our mother fell into depression. It took her several years to get her out of it and when she did, we found out she had lung cancer.

We were shook, scared, and hopeless. I was thirteen when she passed away. I remember Jenna screaming in despair at her funeral, and I was sobbing in my seat. I couldn't sleep for weeks after she died. That was the first time I had truly felt broken.

I remember being taken in under our aunt and uncles wings. Jenna and I packed up our stuff and moved from Florida to Alaska. Jenna struggled with the move. She didn't want to move, she didn't want to move from her friends, she didn't want to move from the house that once held our beloved parents.

I on the other hand was quite thankful we were moving. I thought maybe moving out of the house would help us move on and I never really had that many friends so it was quite easy for me.

I remember getting to Alaska and meeting my cousin I never even knew I had. Crue Anderson. I still remember how short and stubby he was.

We instantly bonded that day and that's when I knew I was going to be fine. Our aunt and uncle treated Jenna and I just like we were their children.

It took a while for Jenna to get settled in but when she did, she made a lot of friends. Jenna was the goody two shoes. She done everything right. Her and I were total opposites, except for our cleanliness, we were germaphobes. Our aunt Dina told us we got that from her sister, our mom.

She got all A's while I got a couple of B's and the rest of mine were C's, she wore glasses, I didn't. She had brown eyes and I had deep blue eyes. She had blonde hair and I had brown hair. She didn't curse and I did. She was in by curfew and I wasn't. She slept while I snuck out and maybe that's why we didn't really like each other. We were total opposites with nothing in common.

When it came time to graduate, she was going to go to Harvard to be a doctor and I was going to go to NYU for astrology. I liked it there, I liked how constantly the city was alive. Crue stayed in Alaska to attend a community college, he claimed he was going to go for business so he could be next in line for the company his dad worked for.
Jenna and I both thought he was nuts, he just laughed it off.

So all of us kids went our separate ways after graduation. Aunt Dina cried the whole time, she couldn't believe all of us were grown and moving off. She made us promise to come back for the holidays and all of us promised to. That was my plan, until I got to college and met a guy in my second semester.

I instantly fell in love with him. He was tall, he had blonde messy hair, and green eyes. He asked me out and I said yes. I dropped out of college when he proposed to me a couple of months later. I said yes and before I knew it I was thrown into a horrible relationship that I couldn't get out of.

I got several calls and messages from my family asking if I were okay and why I haven't been showing up for the holidays. Every time I wanted to answer them but I couldn't.

Matthew Riggs wanted me all to himself. He thought that I would run away and he was right. I tried to, so many times but it never worked. He had always caught me before I made it out of his property. He was a monster.

Then, a year later. I finally did it. I got away from him. It took several weeks to plan it out but every moment was worth it.

I escaped and ran immediately to the police station. After I spilled everything, they arrested him, put him to trial, and threw him behind bars. In that time, a journalist heard about my story and decided to publish it in the New York Times.

Now me? I was extremely happy and relieved once he was behind bars but then reality started to set in. What was I going to do now? I had to change everything. My hair, my eyes, and my name. I didn't want anyone to recognize me, I wanted to move on. So I tried, I moved all over New York before settling for the city.

"Sadie?" Don snapped his fingers in front of my face.

I shook my head, shaking away my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"I asked you if your family was expecting you, you told me no. Shouldn't you let them know?" He asked me.

Although he was right, a part of me wanted to show up and surprise them.

"I should but I don't have their numbers anymore." I told him.

Which was true. I had their numbers in my old phone, but Matthew threw it against the wall, breaking it. So I bought a new phone once I escaped.

Don nodded in understandmunt. "Are you ready to go? It's for forty five." Don asked me as he looked at his watch.

"Shit! We need to go." I cursed as I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder.