Unwanted Alpha (Book 1 of Alpha Series)

Chapter 5

I was trying to stay awake, but the sound of Sam's soft breathing was making it hard for me to do so. I sighed and paused the movie before turning on my side to look at her. I was glad that she was so relaxed because she had been nervously glancing at the closet door, expecting someone to come in and yell at her for stealing my dad's DVD player.

You should just yell at her, the annoying voice said, and I groaned and placed a pillow over my head to stop the voice. That way, she starts to hate you. She already hates you.

She doesn't, I whimpered, my heart breaking. She won't leave me alone. I felt her shift closer to me, and I pulled her into my arms, hoping that it would stop the voice Stop, please. I don't want to lose my best friend.

Is she your best friend? She is the cause of your pain, your torture. She is the reason why you feel so unwanted.

Tears pricked my eyes, but I didn't say anything.

Was she really the reason why I felt unwanted? Could having her as a friend really push people away from me?

"Tommy?" I heard her ask. She stirred awake and placed her hand on my shoulder while she shifted out of my grasp. "Are you crying? Why?"

I was angry. I didn't know why I was angry, but I was. I hated her touch, so I shoved her hand away from my shoulder. "Leave me alone," I snapped, ignoring the soft gasp of shock. "I don't want you to touch me."

"Why?" she asked, her voice shaking. "Why do you not want me to touch you?" She shifted away from me, but she didn't leave the room.

"Because I don't want you here," I said. Anger and the voice clouded my judgment. I wanted to be left alone. I didn't want others to hate me because I liked hanging out with Sam. I didn't care that I was hurting her feelings. I wanted her to feel the way I did. I wanted her to feel unwanted.

"Why not?" she asked and cocked her head.

"Because I hate you. That's why," I said, lifting the pillow off of my face. I glared at her, and she winced in pain because me hating her hurt her so much. "I do not want you to be here in this room with me. I do not want to hang out with you."

Her bottom lip quivered, and that fueled my anger. She didn't say a word, and she didn't move from her spot.

"You are just a stupid crybaby. No wonder nobody likes you. You can't even cry, right. You are an ugly crier who doesn't even have any friends."

"Stop," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please, don't say that."

"Why? Afraid of the truth?" I stood up and stalked towards her. And she backed up until she was near the corner of a wall. I felt fearless and hateful. I didn't care about the fearful look on her face.

"T-T-Tommy," she stuttered. She shifted and almost stood, but I shoved her down until she was on her butt. "Please, don't."

"Don't what?" I asked. I shoved her down again when she tried to stand again. "Push you? Why not? You let everyone else do it."

"You're scaring me, Tommy. Please stop." She had stopped crying, and if I were paying attention, then I would have noticed that she was getting angry.

"Good," I said. "Maybe now you can leave me alone." I was about to shove her down again, but I ended up on my back with her standing over me.

Her eyes welled with tears, but she didn't cry. She slapped me hard across the face, her body shaking with anger and fear. "I hate you," she said, her voice cold as ice, and it stung. "I can't believe that I thought you were my best friend."