The Code of The Alpha

Chapter Fourteen - Running in the Rain

Do I knock on the door and ask him for the street name again? Do I make up another story? Do I confront him directly?

All these thoughts were racing through my mind as quickly as my heart was pounding against my chest.

Before I knew it, I was walking along the path towards the front porch. All of the curtains were drawn over the windows, so I knew he couldn't see me.

I found myself standing on the porch, standing directly in front of the front door.

What do I do?

I reached out and rang the doorbell.

You idiot, not that!

I felt the air leave my body when the front door swung open to reveal a furious-looking man, the same one who had been driving the truck.

"What the fuck do you want?!" He yelled.

"I-I was wondering... um, if maybe you could give me a ride home? It's raining kind of hard now and I didn't want to be caught out in it."

The space between his eyebrows creased as he looked at me with an incredulous expression. Before he could say anything further, I caught sight of movement behind him and made eye contact with the same girl as before.

He followed my gaze and turned to look back at her, putting the pieces together.

"You bitch..."

Suddenly, he turned back to me and lunged forward.

Thankfully, my reflexes worked much quicker than my brain. With trained speed, I reached up and nailed the guy on his left cheekbone with my fist.

I immediately felt the pain shoot up my right hand from my knuckles.

It was then that I remembered Fallon's words: "If you can, try not to strike with your knuckles. If you break your fist on the first bastard, you can't use it on the second one."

Thankfully, there didn't seem to be a second bastard. Unfortunately, the first one, although dazed, was still standing.

I used his moment of weakness against him and kicked him in the groin, wrapping both hands around his neck when he doubled over and pulling his head down onto my knee.

I not only heard the 'crack' as his nose broke, I felt it.

Stunned, I watched him hit the floor before I looked up to see the girl standing there, just as shocked as I was.

"Hurry up, we've got to leave," I said quickly.

I looked down to where the man was laying on the porch, groaning in pain and I kicked him again, this time in the stomach.

"There's more," she said frantically.

"Of you or him?"

"There are more girls."

"Here?" I asked.

She nodded.