The human and her alpha

Rachael The rain bangs against the window as I walk into the living room. An emptiness fills my chest, I looks at the once vibrant living room and all I see is grey no colour, no emotion I feel nothing. I sit on the couch and stare at the blank tv screen. I hear a knock at the door, I know who it’ll be. More neighbours come to give me sympathy, i get up, check my reflection and quickly answer the door. It’s Sue from next door bringing me another casserole. "Hey Rachael, how are you doing today?" "I’m ok thanks sue" I take the casserole from her and closes the door quickly. I walk into the kitchen and put the casserole in the freezer along with all the others I’ve received in the last 2 weeks. I close the fridge and look at the pictures stuck to the fridge. Loads of happy smiling faces. Tears start to from in my eyes and I stare at the faces on the fridge. 2 weeks earlier I'd received a call at work from Sheffield city hospital saying I needed to come straight here. They wouldn’t explain anything else apart from it concerned my mum. When I got there, I was taken into the family room and made to wait, felt like hours ticked by. A doctor eventually came up to see me and by the look in his eyes I knew I would never see my mum again. Turns out she’d been hit face on by a drunk driver while driving home from work. They’d tried to save her but she didn’t make it. So now 2 weeks later the day after her funeral I’m just wondering around the house alone, a shadow of myself. While I’m sitting on the couch silently sobbing there’s another knock at the door. I just ignore the door hoping they’ll go away but the knocking gets louder. I huff and wipe my tears off my face and gets up. I slowly walk to the door and open it to find eyes staring at me that I thought I'd never see again "Dad?" The man in front of me is tall, certainly over 6ft. He’s got the same green emerald eyes as me and he’s got short salt and pepper hair. He runs his hands through his hair as he stands there awkwardly. "What are you doing here?" I haven’t seen this man in nearly 15 years, one day he just left me and mum. Gave me some stupid excuse that he couldn’t stay any longer and had to leave and i never saw him again, until now "Well?" I stare at him with my arms folded at my chest. He lets out a long breath, he opens his mouth to speak but he closes his mouth. I don’t know what to do so I walks into the living room and leave the door open. I sit down and pull my feet underneath my body. I hear his boots on the laminate floor as he steps inside the house, he closes the door and steps into the living room. I can’t look at him I just stare at the blank tv screen. He walks over to the chair and sits down in front of me, he perches on the edge of the chair and looks at me "I’m sorry about your mum RayRay" I wince when he says my nickname. "I’m sorry I didn’t come to the funeral; I didn’t hear about the accident until it was too late" he looks around the room for the first time and takes a deep breath "What are you doing her dad?" I ask him again, nothing in the last 15 years and now he’s here. He rubs his hands over his face and lets a long breath out. "I've come to bring you home" I look at him in shock and my throat dries up as I try to speak,   "What?" I squeak, he gets up and walks over to the couch and sits next to me. He grabs my hand and holds it tight to his chest. "Just hear me out" He looks into my eyes; they’re pleading with me, "I know I’ve been absent for some time now but I want you to come live with me and the rest of your family" I can’t believe what I’m hearing, I pull my hand out of his and stand up, I walk into the kitchen shaking my head, he follows me into the kitchen "Please Rachael" i spin on the spot and glare at him "How dare you?" I scream, breathing heavily "you come in here and just think after 15 years I’m going to just run into your arms like some messed up child?" He looks wounded when I yell at him "Come on RayRay..." "No! Don’t call me that" i slam my hands on the worktop "you don’t get to call me that" i stare at him, he holds up his hands as a sign of peace. "Please Rachael, you don’t know the whole story." "Then tell me the whole story dad. Why did you leave, and never come back? Where have you been all this time? What was better than me and mum?" He sighs and rubs his hands over his face "Please just come home with me and I’ll explain everything" he reaches out for my hand but i pulls it away "Why?" I start pacing in the kitchen  "why should I come with you? Why can’t you tell me now and then you can leave me alone for the next 15 years?" I’m raising my voice with every word I say "come on dad explain to me why it’s so important I come with you? Didn’t matter 15 years ago, why does it matter now?" my blood is boiling and all I see is red. I never let go of the anger I had for him, I still remember the day he left us, I was 8 years old when he left. He walks towards me and wraps his arms around her, the sense of safety and home fills my body, I sink into his embrace but snap out of it and try to pull away, he’s too strong so I starts beating my fists on his chest, but he just brings me in tighter, the barrier I had put up 2 weeks ago comes crashing down and I cry against his chest, the tears won’t stop "Shhhh RayRay. Its ok" he starts stroking my hair and rubbing my back "I’m sorry, please just come home with me. Everything will be ok" I just cry on his chest for what seems like hours. Eventually my tears dry up and I am just dry heaving, he guides me to the couch and sits me down. "I’ll make us a cup of tea" he smiles and goes to the kitchen. He brings me a mug of tea and sits next to her.