Stuck Between Alpha And Beta

He's back

Zia Vladimir

Clara got me a phone. I rejected it, but she forced me into taking it and I had no option. She said that she always wants to get in touch with me and know how I'm faring. She also gave me some money for my upkeep and gave me the address to her house, and made me promise to come to see her one of these days.

I crash on the couch as soon as I step into the living room. My whole body hurts badly and I just feel like having my bath and crashing on my bed. I wish tomorrow is Sunday, I would've been happier. I mean, I won't have to go to work.

The sound of a ringing phone echoes in the room and I sigh softly, reaching out to my bag beside me. Seeing the ringing phone, I recall that the guy dropped his phone earlier. It's his phone that's ringing. I pick up the call.

"Hell..."

"Where are you?" A masculine voice sounds through the phone and my heart misses a beat as waves of nervousness spark through me. The voice is bold and has a dark aura surrounding it. I almost freaked out.

"No. 13, Luther's street," I find myself giving the mysterious man my address before I can stop myself. What did I just do? What if the man wants to hurt me?

Slowly, I bring the phone down from my ear and let my hand fall weakly as too many thoughts flood my mind. What was I even thinking?

Twenty minutes passed, and I'm still here tiredly. The knock on the door takes me by surprise and I gulp down the lump in my throat. Could it be the man that called me?

Curious and nervous, I stand up from the couch and amble to the door, pulling it open and behold, it's the man that dropped his phone earlier. He has a cold expression on his face and trusts me, he looks like a bad person. His green eyes stare directly into mine, getting me hooked as I feel my heart make a move.

"Hi...hi..." I break the silence nervously, turning my face away and releasing the breath that has been stuck in my throat since.

"Uhm...your phone. You dropped it...I...I tried taking it to you, but you already left. Uhm...I should go get it," I turn around nervously and head to the couch to pick up the phone, but the sudden slam on the door makes me freeze on the spot. I slowly turn around to see him already inside the living room, the door is already closed. What the heck is happening now?

"Wh...what are you doing?" I ask nervously, and he only shrugs.

"Sit!" His words come in command. There's an invisible fire burning around him, his eyes spells danger, as his aura keeps screaming danger. His aura is dark and intimidating. As much as I want to stop to think about where those aura is coming from, I can't bring myself to do it, because it's already consuming me. Is he going to kill me?

"You look like a scared cat. Come on, I'm not a bad person," his face suddenly softens as a smile plays on his lips. His teeth are white and set perfectly in his gum. This can't be the man a few seconds ago. He looked dangerous just now and...wait, what's going on here? It can't be me being delusional, right?

"Uhm...her...here," I pick up the phone and hold it out to him. It's already late at night, and I hope he can leave already. I'm scared that he might hurt me.

"Thank you," he smiles at me softly. Now, I'm getting suspicious and more scared.

"Anyways, my name is Nicolai Volkov. How about you?" He sounds harmless, but I can't trust him.

"Zia Vladimir..." I find myself telling him my name before I could stop myself. It feels as though I'm under a spell.

"Alright. It's nice to meet you," a smirk plays at the corner of his lips, and with that, he saunters to the door and pulls it open, exiting the living room afterward.

I release the breath I've been holding as soon as he's out of the house. Rushing over to the door, I shut it tightly to ensure my security, and when it's locked, I rush to the window to check if he's gone. I watch as he hops inside a car and drives away.

"That was close," I crash on the couch, holding my chest while closing my eyes.

Standing up to my feet, I amble to my room and crash on the bed. Since I already ate something before I came home, I'll just go to bed and have my bath tomorrow. I'm just too tired to bathe myself tonight. My eyes become heavy, as nature keeps knocking at the door, and I finally let it in as it takes me to dreamland.

I have no idea for how long I'd been out, but the blaring sound of my alarm jolts me out of my deep slumber, and I groan tiredly and angrily. Is it morning already? Can't I just get some sleep for a few more minutes?

The sound of another ringing alarm under my pillow adds to the deafening sound, and I yell angrily, jerking up to a sitting position. What is that sound? I raise my pillow and behold, it's my phone. I haven't switched it on since yesterday, how come the alarm is ringing? Clara must've set the alarm to wake me up every morning.

Staring at the phone through my puffy and sleepy eyes, my lips twitch into an exciting smile. If anyone ever told me that I'd ever own a phone, I would never have believed them, but now I have one. I'm so happy. At least, now I'll have something to keep me company.

The loud bang on my door makes me flinch as my heart skips a beat. Who could be at the door? Fear grips me, as the thought of the man from yesterday flashes through my mind. Could it be that he came here again? Oh, God! I'm screwed.

"Open this door, you witch!" I freeze on the bed at the sound of that voice. It's Vladimir. What? He's back? Oh no!