The Only Exception Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

The Only Exception Ch. 07

... angrily. Adam was busy today. We hadn't talked much.. though I was mostly to blame for that. However, he hadn't invited me over. That much I knew. "He doesn't want to see me."

"Come on Ben. You have to know that's not true," Gabe argued actually looking as shocked that I would say such a thing as I was that he was suggesting I do this. I thought he hated Adam. "Look. I know for a fact that he's waiting for you because.. because...ugh! Because he told me himself!" Gabe explained as he glared at the steering wheel. "I stopped by earlier today and we had a talk."

"You didn't-" I objected, momentarily worried they'd gotten into a fight and that Adam had actually gotten hurt.

"Relax. I didn't punch your precious little human. We just talked and I let him know some things." Gabe glared at me then. "He really didn't seem to know how badly you were doing and I think we both know why that is."

I felt my cheeks heat up, "You didn't have to do that," I muttered defensively. "I'm fine."

"Like hell you are. Did you even shower today like I told you to?" He accused as he looked me up and down.

I picked at the tattered sleeve of the sweater I was wearing. It was Adam's and it had seen better days. He'd given it to me years ago, six weeks after we met. I was cold after a scene and the temperature outside had dropped unexpectedly. Adam threw me the sweater when I complained that I had to walk home and had even said to keep it since I hadn't known when or if I'd be coming ...

... back. I never returned it and I never took another Dom after that. I wore it whenever I missed him. I'd been wearing it for seven days in a row and it was beginning to smell terrible.

"No, but I don't have to listen to you. You're not my alpha." I explained stubbornly while silently berating myself for not listening. If only I had known where we were going. I didn't want to be seen like this.

I hadn't bothered taking care of myself at all today... or any day in the past several. I couldn't remember the last time I'd eaten or had a sip of water. I hadn't even been able to make decisions for myself after I got my tattoo. I simply sat in my room by the window, wrapped tightly in a blanket, with my phone in my lap, waiting for my alpha to call for me. When he did call, I'd use up all my energy pretending to be okay.

My eyes glanced up at the car mirror, catching my gaunt appearance. My greasy hair stuck up in every which way and my eyes were dull with deep, dark circles beneath them. My skin looked paler than normal, almost sickly, my cheeks were hallow and my lips were dry and split. It seemed fairly obvious from my appearance alone that I hadn't showered in days, never mind how badly I smelled. I glanced down at my hands and only then noticed the state of them. My fingernails were bitten down to the quick and my cuticles were swollen and cracked with bits of dried blood crusted in the corners. I must've been picking at them for a while, a nervous habit I only engaged in ...