THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma kept hitting at the walls, tears slipping from her eyes, ignoring Prescott’s words that her efforts were in vain. According to him, the walls couldn’t be broken down.

When she looked and noticed that the elders were laughing at her, and the boys were now approaching her again, her anger knew no limits. It burned and kindled as memories blinded and subdued her mind.

The acts of the elders especially brought up her timid days to her, days she had thought she had forgotten totally, days when she had been a nerd, days when she had been bullied.

Their laughters resonated with the laughters of Karen and her clique who had made it a point of duty to bully her every minute of her life in school, and her eating habits hadn’t helped it either.

She remembered the taunts and the beatings, the pranks and the false reports, her slavery and the abuse of her knowledge – at that time the group had always loaded her with their assignments, promising hell and thunder if she had ever dared to return to class the next day without accomplishing the tasks on the assignment.

At a time, they had punished her by asking her to wait for them, when they had been given detention by her teacher, for no just cause. It had become a regular thing after then; the fact that they would provoke the teacher intentionally, so that he will give them a detention, and then dragging and pulling her by the ear with harsh whispers to wait around till they had been done. And she had waited. She had waited till the kind lady had opened her eyes. She had waited till her advice had sunk deep enough to yield her fruits. Strangely all this while, her family hadn’t known about it.

She gritted herself as she found herself in the same position again. The laughters and Prescott’s voice sounded like a loud echo in her head, and she just knew that she couldn’t take it anymore. She refused to surrender to their taunts, and so willingly she yielded, she gave up herself to the power that was cruising in her body cells and the entirety of her system.

“I said: Let me go!!” She screamed, letting out the inferno that had been burning slowly but steadily within her.

Her nostrils flared, a smirk plastering on her lips, as she watched the ball disintegrate and disappear, as she watched the so called elders fly and bash their backs on the wall, including Daniel and the boys. The only people that remained sitting were the twins and Prescott, and their eyes were wide, their mouth agape. Zipfarah was gripping so tightly to the table that her fingernails left thin deep marks on the table. It was obvious that she had resisted the force which had meant to throw her away too.

“Thank you.” She heard Prescott say to her and snorted.

Of course, she knew why he had thanked her.

In a way, she hadn’t kept them in the scope and field of the force. Her anger wasn’t directed at them (well-because they hadn’t been laughing at her), but at the elders, her ex and his companions, and the Queen.

“Will you let me go now?” She asked Zipfarah, ignoring the murmurs arising from the elders. They all thought she was the one now.

To hell with them and their thoughts. She thought.

She wasn’t the one. And she must leave here now.

“Do I have a choice?” Zipfarah questioned, standing up from her seat for the first time since the meeting had commenced.

“You tell me.” She said, with a shrug, not ready to discuss any further on the subject with the Queen who was staring at her as if she could read her thoughts.

“But, if I let you go… you might end up getting hurt, or worse, taken.” Zipfarah stated.

“And when I mean hurt, I’m not referring to the physical hurt, but the emotional one. Are you sure you are ready for that? Because I could see you crying in some hours from now.” Zipfarah said, as her eye color twitched from their golden brown to plain white.

She was seeing a vision.

“I don’t care about that. I just want to see him. I can take anything after that.” Emma replied, a bit scared now. What did the queen mean by emotional hurt? Was Derek dead? Did anything happen to his family? More reason she should hurry up and leave this place. She felt that time was already against her.

“Okay then. If you say so. But you have to promise me that you will return here with Prescott if anything goes wrong.” Zipfarah mentioned, tapping her thumb on the table as if calculating the proceeds of something.

“Prescott?” Emma inquired, darting her eyes from the Queen to the squirrel.

” Yes, Prescott. You didn’t think I would be letting you go out alone. Did you?” Zipfarah asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

” Well…”Emma stuttered, even as she wondered what to tell her friends if they saw her with a squirrel. Other than that, she felt it would be fun and cool to hang out with the squirrel. He had powers too, incase her security was put into question.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Of course not. You don’t have much knowledge about your powers yet, so, it’s a risk letting you go away alone. Prescott would accompany you. I believe that he will choose the appropriate guise for you guys. Don’t worry about that.” Zipfarah said, a short smile on her face, although she felt sorrowful for what the girl would pass through in some hours to come. She wasn’t sure of the particular situation, but the look of sadness and brokenness in the girl’s eyes on her vision had been heartbreaking.

A second reason why she had sent her along with the squirrel; he had an inbuilt humour circuit.

“Can I go with her too?” Lily asked, shocking her twin sister, Leila, who was already feeling bereft for the knowledge that she wouldn’t be seeing the squirrel for some time.