Alle Kapitel von The Mundane’s Alpha : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Chapter 1: The Last StrawClarissa HerringtonBlood pooled from my stomach. I gasped, trying desperately not to touch the shining blade in my stomach while wanting nothing more than to tear it out. My skin throbbed, burned like fire, while my vision blurred. This couldn't be happening. Not really. No, this is all just a terrible nightmare. "God damn it, Clarissa! Look what the fuck you made me do..." Chris cursed at me, pacing the kitchen floor. I tried to follow him with my eyes, but his single large figure became two, then one again. I closed my eyes. "Fuck! What am I supposed to do?" There was a crash of something hitting the floor. Probably a plate left on the table from dinner. I made pasta. I cracked an eye open as far as I could, hardly seeing my phone on the ground next to me. The thin device felt heavy in my hand when I grabbed it, and I felt the screen shatter from its fall. I clicked the power button. "Five times,” I told myself, but I lost count after the second or th

Chapter 3: Dark NightClarissa Herrington"Here," the rough man from the driver's seat says, pulling into the parking lot of a run-down motel. The light flickers above the vehicle while I sit idly inside it. "This is the only place to stay in town?" "No. It's the furthest I'll take you from the city, though." He checked his watch with an irritated sigh. Pulling my card from my bag, I tap it against the reader in the back seat. How innovative these cabs have become. "Thanks," I say, but he doesn't respond before pulling out of the parking lot, before the door has even closed completely behind me. Charming man, I am sure. There are only two cars in the parking lot, and assuming there is someone here to check me in, one of them belongs to the doorman. With a hanging sign above the door that reads "check-in here" is a door with the word "vacancy" glowing green within its window. "Oh, hello!" a woman calls from behind the desk. She sets a broom down against the wall, rushing to her pla

Chapter 5: A Place to StayClarissa Herrington"I just need one more night. I don't understand what the issue is," I complain to the front desk lady at the motel, who has, for some reason, decided that I can't stay another night. Despite the fact that there were now a total of two guests, and that was counting me!"Sorry, Miss. Boss said we need the place vacant." I rub my aching head; the burrito only eased slightly. I know, I shouldn't have eaten something left on my front step, but my stomach and aching body needed it desperately. With one pill down this morning for the pain in my stitches, and another to stop the nightmares that continued after my early morning wake-up call, my head continues to pound with a nauseating power. "Fine. Just point me in the direction of the closest inn or hotel, whatever." "There's one a few miles from here, in Clearwater." I slide my printed receipt towards her with a pen from the counter."Please write the directions down." She complies readily, a

Chapter 7: New JobClarissa HerringtonI smooth the wrinkles from my new shirt and pull the end of my skirt down just an inch further. I had the perfect sweater set to the side for this occasion, but unfortunately, I couldn't find it anywhere this morning. The airport didn't have many options for clothing, so I opted for a professional look. At least for the initial meeting and greeting part. The door in front of me clicks quietly, and I clasp my hands together in front of my skirt. "Mr Benson will see you now, Miss." I smile at the polite woman, noticing the way her features seem to be completely symmetrical. While I normally would not notice something as odd-sounding as that, this woman really did look like she walked out of a famous painting. Walking through the door she holds open, I am met with an older gentleman wearing a black and white suit and tie. One hand is in his pocket while the other one is holding a phone to his ear. "I don't care what you have to do with him. Fig

Chapter 9: Don't Touch MeClarissa Herrington"Julie, I'm emailing you a financial proposal for section three. This is the second week they've gone over budget for their renovation project," I tell her through our useless cubicle walls. The financial room isn't very large to begin with, so separating us like a brownie sheet seems a bit extreme. Covering my mouth with one hand while I yawn, I select her email and send over the plans. "I thought I told you, you don't have to make financial plans," she says with a laugh."I know, but, I mean. I can. Right?" The truth is, I've been staying later in the office the last week, after dumping my nightmare medication in the toilet on accident. Averaging three hours of sleep a night is only useful when I'm getting something done in the mean time. "Yes, girl. I mean, that's a load off my shoulders." She peaks over the edge of the cubicle, looking down at me while I finish inputting another set of information. The glass door leading into the f