Touch Of Dawn

Chapter 29

A/N:

FINALLY SOME MORE ANGST!

MOAR DRAMA!

BE READY!

(or not, I'm not here to tell you how to live your life)

And FINALLY the pills are completely addressed, no more guessing guys :D

Chapter 29

Eddy didn't sleep well, he kept having spouts of anxiety throughout the night. Making his heart beat spike up and his eyes snap open due to the sharp pains in his tightening chest. By the time he woke up again at 5 a.m he decided to just stay up. He needed to blow steam. The omega slowly slipped from the bed, grabbed some of his work out attire then walked to their gym. Eddy might as well hit the punching bag instead of something else.

At least it was something not someone.

When Brett woke a few hours later than Eddy and upon opening his eyes he saw the empty bedside. He sighed. It was apparently too much for Eddy to even sleep beside him. The alpha groaned. Maybe they should have talked yesterday, but Eddy looked like he had a run-in with a bus. Or was run over by one. Same difference.

The alpha turned on his other side, so he wouldn't see the empty bed. This was one of the many times he wished Pudding would still be small, then he could cuddle with him. But Pudding was with his own mate. And much better at that when he looked closely. At least Yoake didn't leave him all the time. Well she did, but that was because Eddy was working. And she was happy to see him and went instantly to her mate. Brett closed his eyes again and felt a headache coming up. It seems that all his words and actions from yesterday didn't even have an effect on Eddy if he wasn't willing to sleep next to him.

Seems like he fucked shit up more than he thought. Even though he took a shower yesterday, he took one again to clear his mind. Maybe Eddy was just hormonal or too emotional yesterday and he didn't mean what he had said with being together with Brett? Brett leaned his head on the tiles. He was no stranger to intrusive thoughts. They always showed up at the worst timing, bringing all kinds of shit stuff with them. It was probably nothing anyway. But it could also mean the world. The alpha sighed again and turned the knob. Time to see what it was.

He dried off and threw on a pair of comfy sweatpants and a pastel lilac shirt. Taking a last deep breath to calm himself down and shoo the thoughts away, he then stepped out of the bedroom, straight to the kitchen. He took his usual bottle of water and drank it before grabbing the next one. Then he looked around.

Eddy was still in the gym, the chains creaking from the force of his hits to the punching bag. He had been at it awhile now so his skin glistened with sweat as his chest heaved up and down with his heavy breathing. He was glad he had the foresight to wrap his hands and chalk them up otherwise he'd have raw knuckles and no grip. His attire was under armor shorts, ankle braces and wrapped hands. He was shirtless and still burning up. And not just burning up with heat but anger. Eddy found himself mad at his anxiety along with insecurities that kept trying to bubble up as it coiled in the pit of his stomach, waiting to strike like a cobra.

Faint panting and the clinking of metals chains alerted Brett where Eddy probably was. In the gym-room. Yeah, no surprise. Probably punching on a punching bag with Madisons or his face glued on top. Brett sighed and shook his head. His hair was still wet and water droplets fell on the tiles. Should he be a coward and hide with the dragons? Not the best hiding spot.