"Wait here," Hayden orders me with a soft voice.
I do as he says and wait outside what appears to be an office. After several minutes I hear yelling. Most of it understandable.
"He isn't ready!" Hayden yells on the other side of the door.
"Then make him ready!" Another voice yells, the argument becoming heated.
"He can't be forced! Don't you understand that!?"
"Tell me! Tell me why he isn't ready!"
"He has PTSD!"
Silence.
"That doesn't go away overnight!"
"Then why can't we try getting him a therapist?!"
"How long will that work though?!"
"I don't know!"
"See! You don't even know him! He is obviously-..." Hayden gets cut off.
"He doesn't want to open up. He's too scared to," a female speaks up.
"What do you mean?" Hayden and the other man ask at the same time.
"I went to his school for three years and had to observe everything he did."
"So, do you know him?" Hayden asks.
"I never spoke to him... that was my mission. Observe from afar."
"So, you just gave us useless information, great."
"This information isn't useless," the female snaps at Hayden for being so naive.
"Then what use will it be?" Hayden snaps back.
"Enough to know that if he wants a therapist, then he'll open up. Give us a chance and help us win the war."
"Then why don't we just ask him?" Hayden asks.
Panic settles in and as I start to hear his footsteps walk towards the door I have a flashback to when my father had a knife and wanted to kill me. Tears prick at me eyes and I step back several times. No... I don't want to die.
"Get out here boy!" My father demands banging on the door.
My mind runs as I look for an escape.
"I just want to talk," my father slurs with drunken words.
My surroundings is still the hallway and I instantly dart down the hallway when the door swings open. Footsteps follow me and I don't stop running.
"Alexander!" I hear Hayden's voice from behind me.
I look over my shoulder and start to slow down.
"Why are you running?" He asks me.
"He was there... he... he said... he..." I break down allowing the tears to fall down my face.
Hayden pulls me in hugging me as if he were a brother to me.
"It's okay... I'm here for you... everything will be okay... he won't find you," Hayden rubs my back as I return the hug in need of someone I can trust.
We stay quiet for what feels like years until I pull away from Hayden.
"Thank you..." I say weakly.
"Hey, we're brothers now," he says and pats my shoulder "I'm like your older brother!"
"How many years older though?" I ask smiling.
"5," he says with a wide grin.
I laugh with him and he wraps his arm around my shoulders.
"Don't worry," he says to me "I'm sure there are many chores for you!"
We walk down the hallway back to the office in a comfortable silence. Both of us letting our minds wonder. Am I going to like it here? Can I trust Hayden? What was Hayden and the other man arguing about? Questions pile on top of each other with out answers.
Hayden walks into the office and keeps the door open for me. I thank him as I go inside and quickly take in my surroundings.
Large book shelves line the walls and a large desk sits in the middle of it all. Two lounge chairs sit in front of the desk, two couches sit near the door as if guards. A fireplace illuminates an area where lounge chairs and couches sit. It looks like a normal study a rich man would have.
"Alexander," a man says stands and walks to me. "It's good to finally meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," I say as he sticks his hand out for a formal handshake. I shake his hand back with a firm grip, just as firm as his.
"Tell me," he starts, "what is the situation with your father that troubles you?"
I freeze flashbacks of all he had done rush only to be pushed away.
"He..." I take a breathe "he used to abuse me."
"Do you have any scars from this?" He asks sympathy cloaking all emotion in his eyes.
"Yes I do," I say my whole body tense.
"Can I see them?" He asks me.
"Do you want to see all or half of them?" I ask.
"All of them," he says, "if there are some on your legs I am married to a beautiful woman and I have a daughter, don't worry."
I breathe in a deep breath and take off my shirt. I then take off the sweatpants to reveal every scar I carry on my body.
"Turn," he says examining the scars.
I turn around facing my back to him. He hums and touches in between my shoulder blades. I flinch and feel him retract his hand only to place it back on my back. I try to cover myself as best as possible to hide my body feeling no self confidence what so ever. The door swings open to reveal a young girl with curly purple hair that fades to blue. She has one purple eye and the other is light blue.
"Father there-..." she stops as she stares at me in shock.
I scramble to pull my sweet pants on. I look around for my shirt finding it annoying how I always manage to lose my shirts. Literally.
"Did I come at the wrong time?" The girl asks.
"Yes," the man says. "Sweetheart, this is Alexander King."
"I know," she says.
"If you don't mind me asking, but how?" I ask fear wrapping my heart.
"I went to your school," she says and looks at my upper body. I try to cover my body as best as possible, yet I can't see to cover my whole body.
"How come I've never seen you before?" I ask and she smirks.
"I have my ways," she says.
I nod and frown.
"What are you look for, boy?" The man asks me.
"My shirt," I say as I continue to look around.
I hear Hayden chuckle causing me to snap my head at him.
"Oh, you mean this shirt?" He asks holding up the shirt.
I gasp dramatically, "how did you guess?" I say, battering my eyes.
"I didn't," he says as he tilts his head up a little. "I just knew."
We laugh and I start to walk to him only for him to walk away.
"Can I have my shirt back?" I ask.
"I don't know..." he says, his smirk growing. "I think you forgot the special word."
"Can I pretty please have my shirt back?" I ask as again and speed up slightly.
"On word you're missing!" He sings out. "I am 5 years older!"
"Can I pretty please, with a cherry on top, have my shirt back, brother?" I ask laughing a little.
"Going to have to catch me!" He yells as he leaves the office.
"Hey!" I say and race after him "you made me say please!"
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Not so Angelic
Fantasy"Hunter, Skye Hunter," a lady in a formal dress calls. A girl with curly blue hair that faded to purple stands up. Her eyes the most unique that anyone had every seen. One eye is faded blue that can easily be mistaken for grey. As for her other eye...
