20. The Phone Call

Josie

After I saw the paintings that the Alpha Promce had painted of me I knew that he was in love with me. It seemed no matter how hard I tried to push him away, he had still fallen in love. It made me smile, but it also hurt. I didn't want to imagine loving anyone but Christopher but still, I found myself daydreaming of the life that the two of us could have together quite often. I never brought up the fact that I knew he had bathed me and me put me back to bed, or how shamelessly my inhibitionless drunken self had begged him to cuddle with me, but he had refused. He was hell bent on protecting me, even if it was from myself. I admired that about him. He absolutely refused to give up on me where as everyone else I had ever known had.

There was a winter chill in the air as Thanksgiving was quickly approaching. He had just picked me up from my last class of the week, and as we rode along I couldn't help but to admire the beauty of the bare trees as winter was quickly approaching. I