Are you okay?

CHAPTER 8 

I believe it's safe to say that I've learned a thing or two in this my short miserable life. We weren't all created equal, there's a really remarkable standard that keeps hovering around, somewhere above the clouds. These standards do well to keep each and everyone of us in check, preventing certain uncertainties from falling out of place.

Out here, it's a two way street. No intersection, No junctions, just a straight road with no crooked ends. The rules are quite simple, be the predator or be preyed on. It's an obvious notion, in this story I'm inevitably the queen prey.

Do preys try to resist? Do they run? Are we to hide? What are the odds of surviving in this cruel realm where every odd seems as though it's against the weaker species?

All these I thought in that moment with Dan standing right in front of me, taking remarkable strides towards me, with every tick and tock. It didn't come as a surprise when he had pinned me to a wall. His breath fanning down the reigns of my skin, my skin further tingling to it's red-hot sensation, alerting me of this impending danger. 

Peering down at me, his eyes showed no emotion. I couldn't figure out what exactly was going through his mind. He had seemed nice a while ago, you know that moment where I thought there was an actual shot at us being friends.

But right then, I could sense that he wasn't looking to form alliances with me, he needed something more, something I didn't think I could give, something I couldn't quite place at that moment.

My heart had long began the country track race for over minutes now, and it felt as though it'd break free in no time. Ripping a whole through my chest, it's arms and legs out in the open.

I could feel this need of his, longing to be satisfied as he ran his hands through my hair. His fingers moving swiftly through every strand as though he was in search of something. I twitched at every tingling sensation this act yielded, silently praying he'd get bitten by a cootie while his fingers were in there.

"I know you" He had whispered into my ears. His husky baritone creating a lasting reverberation in there.

"And I want you" He continued, lifting up my chin so I could now fully visualize the lust the canbas of his eyes had long painted.

I could no longer breath steady, and it was starting to feel like I would no longer be standing in no time because my legs felt all wriggly.

Fear had gripped the whole of my being and knowing my essence as the weak Omega I was didn't really help matters.

What more could be done within borders where you hold no jurisdiction whatsoever?, What exactly could be done?, What exactly did preys do to survive?.

I hadn't thought of what I did next, it came as a sudden instinct when I suddenly grabbed the flower vase which had witnessed all that had been happening for a while now. 

Soon enough, Dan was on the floor wriggling in pain with the broken flower vase next to him. Staring down at him being on the receiving end now, brought me so much joy. It felt exhilarating. 

"Fuck you" I yelled as I made a run for it. 

I quickly headed for the front door, hoping to call for help once I got outside. On opening the door, I bumped into the triplets standing right outside the front porch. Never had I thought, even in my wildest dreams that it'd give me so much relief to see these beautiful faces.

"U-hh, Are you okay?" Aramis said.

This should be the longest he had ever said anything to me. He was usually wrapped around in his own world. He didn't really speak much. 

"N-No, there's s-omeone in th-ere, he-he tried to t-ake advantage of me" I said, stumbling helplessly on some words.

"In there, Are you sure? Aren't you just exaggerating? I mean weak Omegas tend to be frightened by even the littlest things" Brandon said in his usual bitchy tone. It took a whole lot of self control not to give him an eye roll right there.

"Guyyys!" Joey yelled out from inside. 

I was too engulfed in trying to explain the situation to this beautiful block head called Brandon, that I hadn't noticed when Joey had strolled in.

Brandon and Aramis quickly ran inside while I trailed slowly behind them. Being careful enough so as not to get jumped on by any unforeseen figures.

"There's nothing here but Mum's Flower vase which is now shattered and littered on the floor" I heard Brandon's voice reverberate through the kitchen walls.

I froze in my tracks for a second, unable to comprehend what I had just heard. I stood there wondering where Dan had gone. Probably he was hiding.

"B-but…" I was stuttering again

They all looked at me as though I had lost a nut or two.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Brandon asked. No, no it wasn't the kind of inquiry where the person asked because he cared. It was the kind that was laced with everything but care. So filled with venom, hate, anger. It never occured to me that just a sentence would make me doubt my essence.

Joey stood there blandly staring at me. Aramis had his eyes till glued to the shards of the broken flower vase, and I felt as though the vase really meant much more to him than a vase ordinarily would. Brandon looked like he was going to strangle me anytime from now and I couldn't care any less.

"Boy-ysss! I'm home-e" A feminine voice called out from behind me.

I turned back to find a woman who had a welcoming smile plastered against her face. She had her arms spread out in the air as though she was about to go I for a hug. A pair of mall bags danced their way around both her arms. 

For a moment I felt I was staring into the painting of the Mona Lisa.

She was indeed beautiful. Her eyes looked as though it took the moon goddess eons of centuries to carve out. Her lips were full and as red as the roses littered around in the garden. She was a splitting mirrage of the three figures behind me.

Was this perhaps their…

"Mum!"