No Alpha, page 13
part #1 of The Alpha Brothers Series
I still vividly remember when I started asking about the glowing blue marks after the car crash…and well, the memories make me cringe. I came out of the accident with nothing but bruises, memories of being hurt far worse, and a glowing blue light that was warm and comforting. Neither my dad nor anyone else has believed me about it yet. They assumed I must have hit my head harder in the crash than they thought. It was months of tests while I waited for my father to get out of the hospital after he was flung from the car and somehow survived. The moment he got out of the hospital, he announced he had found this new job and that we were moving to a new house. An old, creaking house full of spiders in the middle of nowhere. Gross.
“At least there won’t be a psychologist in this town for dad to send me to,” I mutter to myself, knowing that’s one benefit of the tiny ass town we have moved into. I walk to the front door, pull it open, and walk down the steps to look up at the new house. Someone once painted the bricks white, but they have faded and chipped over time, making the house seem creepier as it sits in the middle of lots of tall trees. The windows are made of wood, also chipped in places, and the roof doesn’t look in the best condition. This is a massive step down from our flat in London. It was in an old building, but the building was well looked after, not like this place. I shake my head and go to sit on the steps just outside my door.
I stare out over the tiny road to the house on the other side of the street, which only contains these two. It is the mirror image of ours, with perfect white painted bricks, white plastic bay windows and steps leading up to the blue front door. There are two cars parked in front of the detached garage, both of them sport cars, and the sun shines off the red and blue paintwork. They must have cost a fortune. I keep searching around the only other house on the street, wondering why anyone would choose to live right outside a ghost town. I know the only reason my father chose this house is because of its cheap price; we can’t afford much after we lost the flat in London when my dad was ill in hospital. My dad would have chosen one of the expensive houses in the town if he could have. So why would people who can afford cars like that, live out here? My eyes flicker over the left window, just as the curtain moves a little to make a gap, and I see that someone is watching me. I lift my hand and wave, and the person lets the curtain go, walking away. Well, seems they aren’t friendly then.
“The spider is all gone,” my father says, his footsteps couldn’t be missed as he walked across the creaking floor in the hallway to the front door and opened it. The creaking was so loud, I could hear him before he opened the door. “It is now free in the garden.”
“No going in the garden for me then. The spider can claim that space as his own, and hopefully all his friends inside the house go to play with him,” I say, and my dad chuckles before he walks away. I stand up, stretching a little before going inside and closing the white door behind me.
“I’m going to go into town to get some shopping and a pizza for dinner. Do you want to come?” Dad asks, sliding his wallet into his jeans and picking up his keys off the side.
“I’m good, dad. I have to unpack and log into the school’s website to get my curriculum up for tomorrow,” I tell him. I left everything to the last minute, which is a bad habit of mine.
“Alright. Anything you want from the shops?” he asks. “And you don’t need to ask for popcorn.” I grin up at him, thankful that he remembers my favorite snack. I’m happy to see my dad back to normal, not sitting in hospital and struggling to get better. This dad is like how it was before the crash.
“Toffee or sweet, please,” I suggest, and he pats my shoulder before walking out of the door. I run up the stairs, not enjoying the massive creaking noise the dark wood boards make as I go. I pass by my dad’s room, the shared bathroom and go to my room right at the end of the hallway past a cupboard. I walk into my room, pausing to look around at the magnolia walls, dark wood floors and the big window. I love this room because the window has a window seat, which will be perfect to sit and draw in. I slide my cardigan off my shoulders and chuck it on my single bed that I need to do the sheets for. I walk to the boxes and start pulling them open, looking for only a few things. I pull out my sketch pad and a pencil from my pencil case, then walk to the window as I flip through the sketch pad for a new page. I sit down, not enjoying how cold the wood feels. I need to get some cushions or something for this seat. I might even have some packed away in the boxes.
My hands start drawing before I even really think on it, and when I finally notice what I’m drawing, I stop, staring down at the eyes of a man I’ve never met, the man who haunts my dreams since the crash. I close the pad and put the pencil down, wrapping my arms around my knees as I watch out the window. I frown when I see a flash of blinding, bright green light from outside, and then after a few moments, someone knocks three times on the door as the light disappears. What the hell was that?
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Blurb-
With sharing the true light, there is always a cost.
My new neighbor is an arrogant jerk.
Oh, he's also an alien who claims we share a soul, and he wants me as far away from him as possible...
Ura didn’t want to move, but her father didn’t give her a choice when he said he wanted an escape after the car accident that nearly killed them both. Trying to survive in a literal ghost town is never fun, but add in the neighbor from hell, well it’s becoming a nightmare.
When two new strangers move into Maxx’s house, Ura finds out there is more than the true light to be frightened of.
When light appears, so does darkness…
G. Bailey, No Alpha
