I took one step first then another; moving slowly.
Phyllis grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside of the laundry room; until I was within the kitchen.
She heard a knock at the door.
"Stay here," She told me before she leaves.
I stood still obeying her. I looked around the kitchen taking notice of everything around me.
I quickly turned my head towards the window; next to me, disappoint, I was unable to see outside. The thick dark curtain blocked out everything.
I heard Phyllis opened the door.
"Good evening, Ms. Phyllis," I heard a man with a rough voice spoke to her.
Phyllis returned his greeting.
"The alpha send us for you, because of the terrible storm heading towards us tonight and you as an elder. We have to protect you," he told her.
He wasn't alone, I thought.
"Let me get my things," Phyllis said.
I heard her footsteps quickly returning into the kitchen.
"Let me help you," I heard another voice. It was the same young man's voice who had visited Phyllis earlier.
"No," She stopped him.
Eager to finally see someone face other than my grandmother. I ran into the living room smiling and there I met him.
Phyllis was so frightened. It was as if she almost had a heart attack. She quickly grabbed me by my hand and drag me back into the kitchen.
She holds me by my throat and started to squeeze me.
"What did I tell you?" she said angrily.
I tried to speak, but I couldn't because of her tightly grasp. She pulled me by the hand back into the laundry room.
"No, no," I said softly. Not wanting to return within the dark.
"Is everything okay?" I heard a voice said.
Phyllis stopped. We both turned around and there I saw him again.
"Everything is fine, Josh," Phyllis informed him.
"Josh," I said softly, but it wasn't soft enough for him not to hear.
He smiled at me showing his beautiful white teeth; hearing me called his name.
"Shut up!" Phyllis shouted at me.
"I'm trying to control my handicap granddaughter. Is it a problem?" she inquired him.
Granddaughter, I thought.
It was the first I've heard her referred to me as her granddaughter.
I too was no handicap. She only wanted what she was doing to seem as if I was.
"No it isn't," he said; returning into the living room.
I stared at him while he left.
He was quite handsome. He has short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very tall, slender, and too looked strong.
Forgetting I wasn't alone in the kitchen; while I eyed him; leaving.
I turned my head to the side and jumped frighteningly.
"You're just like your stinking father, she said angrily. He eyed my daughter until he decides to rape her; now look at you with the alpha's nephew."
I lower my head in shame by her harsh words.
It was the first I had seen a man up so close that was one of the reasons I behave in such way.
"Look at you, she continued to scold me, harshly. You too have his red hair, green eyes. You look like your rapist father, which even makes it worst," she describes me.
My eyes became filled with tears; allowing it to streak down my cheeks.
Phyllis pushed me in the laundry room; against the wall. I pulled myself down to the floor, crying.
I quickly got up; as soon as I saw the silver knob turned.
The door opened slowly and there I saw him. I widen my eyes in surprise.
He was attired in a light blue shirt and a long dark pants.
"Are you alright?" he asked me, worried with his smooth, sweet voice.
I was so scared of being approached by someone else other than Phyllis.
I ran; hiding behind the washing machine. Lowering my head into my lap; hiding from him.
I heard the door closed. I was so happy he was no longer there. About to raise my head from my knee. I felt something stroke my hair. I slowly turned my face and there I met his dark brown eyes not too far away from me, but close too close. Allowing me to smell his breath against my face. His breath had a strange, but sweet scent giving me an urge wanting to taste whatever he was having.