One Night With My Alpha Professor by Eve Above Story

Audrey

The late afternoon sun poured through the bay windows, casting patches of warm, golden light across the hardwood floors. I found myself perched in a plush armchair in Eliza’s living room watching the scene in front of me with rapt fascination. Edwin sat on the arm of the chair beside me, propping his chin on his fist, watching along with me.

Joseph sat cross–legged on a cushion near the coffee table, hunched over a piece of paper. He was scribbling furiously, a red crayon clutched in his hand.

He had been like this for quite a while now, ever since Edwin and I had arrived. In fact, he hadn’t even looked up when we had entered the room. We had even brought more presents for him, and they still sat untouched by the door.

Eliza had explained that he had been like this all morning, and it showed. The boy was still in his pajamas, his hair mussed as if he hadn’t moved since breakfast time. Most notably, he was surrounded by discarded papers, all depicting the same thing in black and red crayon.

Dimly lit rooms, with creeping shadows around the corners. Large, angry stick figures with what almost looked like baseball bats or police batons in their hands. Smaller stick figures cowering on the floor.

Shuddering, I leaned over and picked up the nearest one. It looked like a closeup of a man’s face, black stubble around his mouth and his eyebrows turned down as if in fury. He had pointy teeth, the ends of which were dotted with…

Red, Like blood.

Perhaps some people would have said that this sort of thing wasn’t incredibly abnormal for a child–that perhaps he’d had a nightmare that was impacting him or had watched a movie that he shouldn’t have.

But we knew better.

My stomach was twisting into knots at the sight. Even down the bond, I could feel Edwin’s worried mind whirling.

Maybe Joseph couldn’t speak, but he was still trying to communicate in the best way he could manage. He wanted us to know his story, at least a little of it.

“He started doing it the moment I gave him those new crayons,” Eliza whispered as she entered the room with a tray in her hands, nodding her head toward the boxes strewn across the coffee table. Some of the crayons had already been worn down to nubs from the way he was pressing so hard.

I took a cup of tea from Aliza. He caught my gaze he was afraid to find

cookie beside the boy, although he didn’t even acknowledge the snack. “What are you

between us as if only now noticing our presence, and then he was immediately looking back down at the crayon in his hand, his movements across the page growing

he wasn’t looking at her. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, honey,” she said gently, ruffling his hair. Again, no

at least. But over the past week he had begun to use facial expressions, head bobs, and hand

just kept scribbling like his life depended on it. It was like we

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shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the crayon just a little too tightly. It was obvious that whatever he was drawing–it wasn’t make–believe. These pictures weren’t born from imagination or

seen flashes of

one spoke again for a long time as Joseph continued to draw Edwin sat back, his gaze flickering between me and the boy, his eyebrows knit together.

him like this–to know that there was something dark and terrifying plaguing his mind and that

had resisted probing his mind, waiting for him to open up and speak about his experiences instead. But

a moment, and then it would be over. I just needed a clear picture of a face, the sound of a voice, anything to give me more

tentatively, I reached out toward

of Joseph’s

slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he scrambled backward so fast that he knocked over the mug of milk beside him. White liquid spilled across the

what was wrong before the boy was launching himself into her arms, silent tears streaming down his face. She stiffened for a moment, surprised, before she enveloped him and

dropped into