THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

A knock, then another, and another, and another, then it wrapped on the door many times in quick succession, in quick loud successions.

“Who the fuck is that?!!” Emma shouted, as she turned around on the bed and laid on her belly while using one of the pillows to cover her head.

The knocks on the door stopped, and she breathed out in relief, about to continue her sleep when suddenly the knocks ran down like rain splattering on a roof on her door.

“What the hell! Can’t someone sleep in peace for fudge sake?!” She whined, sitting up on the bed angrily, while staring at the door as if she could shoot daggers at it and whomsoever was behind it.

“Miss Drackson, are you in there?” She heard a tiny voice ask from behind the door and huffed in annoyance.

Glancing, more like glaring at the wall clock in front of her, she took note of the time. 5:45am.

It was still early in the morning. She mused. So, why were they calling for her already? For devotion?

They would have to drag her out of here then, if that was it. She wasn’t going to be praying to some magical god or something. She would rather eat pancakes and go back to sleep. Thinking of pancakes at that moment reminded her of Melvina. She had to get back home.

“Miss Drackson…” The tiny voice called out again, and Emma had no choice but to answer.

“I’m coming.” She said in a loud voice, before grudgingly leaving the very comfortable big bed.

Murmuring about everything and nothing while walking grumpily towards the door, she noticed that the tray which she had eaten from last night wasn’t on the table again.

She stopped in her movement and stared around the room.

She knew someone had come into the room, while she had slept. Who?

“This people have no idea on what privacy is.’ She muttered.

But she had locked the door, or hadn’t she? She thought, racking her brain as she resumed her steps to the door.

When she opened the door, she didn’t see anybody.

“What the hell!” She snorted. “Is this a joke or what?” She muttered angrily, staring into the empty passageway.

She couldn’t believe that she had just left the comfort of her bed, to partake in a stupid prank. She promised to deal with whomever that was.

“Miss Drackson…I’m right here…” The tiny voice said, and Emma widened her eyes, whilst staring into the hallways. She wasn’t seeing anything.

“Where are you?” She asked softly, her anger dissipating a bit. The voice reminded her of a small baby that had just started walking.

“Look down.” The voice said, and Emma obeyed and shifted her gaze to her feet.

She was shocked by what she saw. A squirrel?

And when the squirrel winked at her, she balked. What the hell is happening here? She thought, staring at the small light brown animal which she had to admit was cute. She was tempted to run her fingers along its fur.

“You can, if you want to.” The squirrel stated, and she gasped, her mouth agape, drawing back as it moved closer to her.

“Bloodugering hell!” She screamed, as she felt its bushy tail touch her feet. She stepped back unconsciously into her room, watching with eyes as wide as saucers, as the squirrel moved speedily into her room.

It lifted up its left hind limb, and the door shut on its own accord.

Emma opened her mouth, and then shut it. She opened it again, wanting to say something, but shut it again, not even knowing what to say.

A talking squirrel? A talking squirrel with powers? She thought, sinking her fingers into her red hair which looked shagged due to much rolling and rolling on the bed last night.

Her eyes still on the animal which had halted and was staring at her, she trudged backwards until her leg hit the wooden pane of the bed. She sat down on the bed, her eyes never leaving the squirrel still, after feeling and confirming with her right hand, the presence and softness of it.

“Do you feel better now?” She heard the squirrel ask, and her eyes widened the more. She couldn’t get enough of the surprises. She hasn’t digested the fact that she was hearing a squirrel talk. Did animals talk here? She thought, finding the idea ludicrous.

“Not all animals though.” The squirrel said, and she gasped again, as it dawned on her that the animal was reading her mind. Quickly, she set up the walls around her mind, a short smile appearing on her lips as she watched the squirrel scrunch its face.

“How did you do that?” It asked her, stepping closer to her.

She shrugged her shoulders in reply. She didn’t know how she had done that either. She had just wished for it, had seen it in her mind, just like the professor had taught her, and instantly she had felt the walls building up in her mind. She had literally felt it! She wondered if she could read the squirrel’s mind.

“I see. You don’t want to talk to me.” The squirrel muttered sadly, and she was moved by its tiny saddened voice.

“No. it’s not that.” She said, lifting her legs to the bed, and tucking them beneath each other.

“It’s just that I don’t know how I do that.” She replied slowly, counting her words, not believing that she was talking with a squirrel. Amelia would have a fit! She thought, wishing that her phone was with her. She had found out last night that she had dropped it inside her school bag yesterday, before Clem had collected it.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

If not, she would have created a video with the talking squirrel, and would keep it for future references. Bad timing. She thought, staring intently at the animal which has drawn close to her, that it was right below her.

“Oh, alright. You haven’t asked for my name…” The squirrel said, waggling its bushy tail as it stared up at Emma.

“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t know you had one.” She stated, almost rolling her eyes. It was weird enough for her speaking to an animal.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“I am Prescott.” The squirrel replied, standing up to its full height on its hind limbs(legs); its right fore limb(hand) placed on its puffed-out chest.