THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma sat cross-legged on her bed; her right hand placed underneath her chin as she let her thoughts consume her.

She had been waiting for Maya and Derek, so that they could work the assignment and read for the quiz tomorrow, but all her waiting had been in vain. She had even updated her notes from the texts Ava sent to her on skype, but still the two Triggers were no where to be found in her room.

The meeting must be taking so long. She thought, knowing that she would be one of their topics in the conference room; the strange girl that seemed to attract a lot of attention from weird gifted people.

When Professor Perkins had left them in the general entrance, and had gone to wherever he had mentioned he had to be, the other three had turned to her, their eye brows piqued that said clearly; ‘like seriously?’

“Like it is my fault…” She muttered, bringing her history notebook to read, and the prescribed text.

Her heart had just gone out to the professor because she thought that he would need food after dispensing his powers for so long. It had even shown on his face, by the lines on his forehead and the weariness in his eyes, and the way his shoulders had also drooped an inch lower than the usual.

Only Derek had looked at her affectionately, an act which seemed to have irked Clem.

“Like what the hell is his deal?” She asked aloud, lying down with her back on the bed, uncrossing her legs.

They had asked about the cafe incident as they had walked into the main house in the estate. She had nodded to all their statement, after noticing that they didn’t know the whole story. From the scowl on her best friend’s face and the others too, her boyfriend included, she thought that they had rated her to be a weird person. She had wondered then what would happen then if she had told them of their giftings. Because of that, she had decided to keep it to herself. It was okay that Anthony knew that she could hear very clearly, even things mumbled; although, she had a feeling that the guy wouldn’t keep it to himself either.

He must have told them. She concluded, very sure that she was one of their topics for the night. Once, she had been tempted to eavesdrop on then. Actually, she had gone over to the conference room to listen, but Derek’s little sister had caught up with her. The little adorable girl in her pajamas had joined her in putting her ear on the conference door thinking that they had been playing a game. She had held herself from laughing, and had had bent down and carried the girl up in her arms, citing the benefit of a sweet bedtime story if she let her tuck her to bed. Eva had agreed.

It hasn’t been long since she had come out of the girl’s room. She had thought that she would find the duo in her room, but nothing. They were still in the conference room. But she hadn’t gone back to eavesdrop on them again. The vibe was gone.

Something dropped on the floor, and made a thump sound on the floor.

“What was that?” She asked, sitting up on the bed. She looked at her bag. It was open. A book must have fallen down as she had kicked the bag while turning from east to west on the bed. She thought.

But she still decided to check.

Her phone was on the floor. It was the bag’s escapee.

“Oh my God…” She muttered, remembering her resolve to call her sister after the dinner tonight. She had forgotten.

She checked her watch which was on the bed stand. It was some minutes pass 11pm.

Wow, the time really ran fast. She thought, deciding to read for the quiz, immediately after the call she was about to make, and not caring if the duo came into her room or not. Who knows? Perhaps they were in their rooms, sleeping already.

She picked up the phone from the ground, and opened it.

There was a new message.

She opened it.

The message read: Emma, are you okay? Did something happen? Talk to me, stop keeping me in the dark, or else I’m coming to England.

Her sister in England? She would have loved it, but for the strange things that characterized her life now.

Should she tell her about her powers?

She wasn’t sure about that. In the movies that she had usually watched on super heroes and power moguls, their siblings usually turn against them out of hatred and jealousy for not being blessed by the gods.

Would Amelia do the same? She didn’t think so. But she still didn’t think it wise to tell her sister this strange info over the phone, perhaps it will be better facially, when she travelled back home for the Christmas. They would really have a lot to talk about if they see.

With that thought decided, she dialed her sister’s number and waited, as it dialed.

There was no answer the first time.

She dialed again. But there was no reply.

Was the time too late? She thought, calculating with her head what the time would be in Florida.

Perhaps, she is busy or asleep. She thought.

She was about to keep the phone on the bed stand, when the phone rang.

She smiled as she saw the caller. Her sister.

She picked it.

“Hello, Amelia.” She said, still smiling.

“Hello…” The voice on the other side said, tentatively.

This is not Amelia’s voice. She thought.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Who is this?” She asked, wondering who had the audacity to touch her sister’s phone and pick her calls.

“I’m Freya. Amelia has told me much about you. You are little sister, right?” The unknown voice asked.

“Yes, I am.” She replied cautiously. “But who are you?” She asked.

“I’m Amelia’s roommate, and her closest friend in college.” The voice answered.

Closest friend? What about the three musketeers? She thought, remembering the friends her sister had told her about. And when did she have a roommate?

Which one again is Freya.

“Okay. Where is she? Why are you with her phone?” She asked.

“Oh, about that…Amelia is in the toilet.” The girl replied.