Commanded by the Alpha

9: Family Reunion & Butterscotch Pancakes

I watched both of their eyes widen in terror, as I tapped my foot on the floor, waiting for someone to pick up. They both glanced between one another, not knowing what to say.

"Hello, what's your emergency?" A sweet voice inquired.

"Yes, police please."

"Alright, I'll pass you through now." The lady responded.

"Thank you." I smiled.

I peered over at Clay running his hands through his hair, whilst my mother was clinging to his coat, whispering something to him in a desperate tone.

"Hello, how can we be of service?" A voice began.

"Yes, I would like to report a-"

The phone was snatched away from me in an instant.

"Hello? Hi I am so sorry sir, my little sister is just trying to be funny-" Clay laughed down the phone.

He paused, with a frown playing on his forehead. Within just moments, Clay's grip around the phone tightened, leaving his knuckles to turn white. He was certainly angered over something.

"I suggest you lower your tone to me sir, otherwise I'll come over there and lower it for you." He threatened.

"Clay, that's the police you're talking to!" I whisper-hissed at him.

He turned to me, placing the phone against his chest. "Do I look like I care?" He smiled sourly.

I didn't dare say another word after that. I feared that if I was to respond to his snide comment, I would be placed six feet under the ground.

"You listen here, and listen to me good, if you dare threaten my family and I again, you will be personally dealing with me. And trust me, you don't want that, sunshine." Clay laughed, before ending the call and placing the phone back on the holder.

My mother and I stood frozen in place, bug-eyed. Did he seriously just say that, to a police officer? Oh dear god, help me.

"Well now that's out the way..." He trailed off, a smirk fastened to his lips.

"Clay, you can't just threaten someone like that! Especially a police officer, who may I remind you is in possession of a lethal weapon!" I squeaked.

"Don't worry, it's not the first time I would have been shot at." He replied, with happiness evident in his eyes.

"Oh, that's cool. So not only am I in the midst of a strange sort of family reunion, but now I am standing directly in front of fugitive who I am supposedly related to." I laughed weakly, feeling faint.

"I'm not a fugitive," Clay laughed, "I just happen to be not very good at making friends." He smiled.

I narrowed my eyes, but withheld myself from asking about it any further. I didn't want to risk ticking him off, not when he looks like he holds a lot of authority.

"Anyway, I guess we should start explaining." My mother said, awkwardly fidgeting with her nails.

"Yes, I think we should." Clay gave me a sideways glance, before walking to the living room with my mother in tow.

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*Four cups and a half of coffee later*

"So you're telling me," I began, "that you're not my mother." I said pointing to the woman I thought I knew. "And that I lived in a huge house out by the forest, until my father moved me out into this house to protect me?" I questioned, looking at Clay with a baffled expression.