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.

as if I swallowed and glanced at Edwin as I took a cup of tea from Aliza. He caught my gaze he was afraid to find out what sort of horrors the little boy had endured before

Eliza set down a cup of warm milk and a cookie beside the boy, although he didn’t

adoptive mother’s. He glanced quickly between us as if only now noticing our presence, and then he was immediately looking back down at the

she said gently, ruffling

anyway–not verbally, at least. But over the past week he had begun to use facial expressions, head bobs,

though, he just kept scribbling like his life depended on it.

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the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the crayon just a little too tightly. It was obvious

I had seen flashes of when I’d found him in the orphanage, only a little

Joseph continued to draw Edwin sat back, his gaze flickering between me and the boy, his eyebrows knit together. Eliza stayed crouched beside Joseph, waiting patiently as milk went cold on

know that there was something dark and terrifying plaguing his mind and that I couldn’t do anything about it. There was a way, though, that

him to open up and speak about his experiences instead. But seeing

needed a clear picture of a face, the sound of a voice, anything to give me more

tentatively, I

moment my powers brushed the edges of Joseph’s consciousness, he reacted. And

the face. The crayon slipped from his fingers and clattered to the floor, forgotten, as he scrambled backward so fast

the boy was launching himself into her arms, silent tears streaming down his face. She stiffened for a

dropped