Friday, May 18, 2018

What happens when you run out of time?

Book Four
The Broken


There was a male sitting in the middle of the floor. Everyone ignored him. She tried not to look at him, but her eyes refused to obey. His hair was black and long enough to put up in a man bun. That was sexy if you were into that type of thing. She wasn’t, and she was going to stick to that. His eyes were silver with flecks of dark gray that made them look almost mystical. That was another thing she wasn’t into. He looked tall, but she wouldn’t know until he stood up. His body was muscled yet lean. If she were into men, he would do it for her.

It wasn’t that she was into women. No, she was against sex for general reasons as well as specific. If she could start an anti-sex campaign, she would.

She forced her eyes away from him. The sooner she left this place the better she would feel. Had she mentioned he was an alien? His body screamed alien, and that by itself was making her breath come faster. The urge to run was nipping at her heels. She wasn’t that little girl anymore if he touched her…

Exactly what could she do to an alien if he tried to touch? The feeling of being helpless came over her.

“I’ll never hurt you.”

“What the hell?” She looked around to find everyone in the room frozen except her and the alien on the floor. Her chair fell backward as she made her escape and pressed up against the wall waiting for him to come after her.

“I’m going to pay for this. I could feel your fear scratching at my skin. I wanted, no needed... fuck I don’t know, but you need to know I would never hurt you. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t run. I would run. It just means when I catch you, you’ll know you're safe.”

“Who are you?” She should be out the door, but he never moved.

“Akron. What’s your name?”


“It’s nice to meet you, Serenity.”

“Call me Serene.”

“I like that. It means peace?”

“Yeah, it does.” Is this how people died? The murderers put them at ease and then sprang at them without them noticing.

“How did you do this?”

“Time and I are old acquaintances. There was a time when we were friends. Now we’re bitter enemies. You should sit. Don’t get upset when you see me. I won’t die. Time doesn’t seem to be through with me.”

Reluctantly, she retook her seat. She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but she knew she wasn’t going to like it. Noise crashed in on her. Then there was yelling. Akron was on the floor convulsing. She tried to rise to go to him. Lysander caught her arm and kept her seated.

His brothers ran to him. One of them pulled out a case and shot something into his arm with a needle. The others placed a belt in his mouth. When he was finally still two of them carried him out of the room.

“I’m sorry about that,” Jabari told them.

“Will he be alright?” Her voice was shaking much like the drug addicts she used to know.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine.” His voice didn’t echo the sentiment of his words.

For the first time in a long time, she found herself worried about someone that wasn’t her. They ate, then Lysander went through the process of adoption. Since Serenity was a social worker when she felt like it. She told them what needed to be done in order to start the process of adoption.

By the time they left, she was wrecked by a male who did nothing but sit on the kitchen floor.

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