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One Night With My Alpha Professor novel Chapter 256

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 crosslegged 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 childthat 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

and gave me a wary look, almost 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 we had found him

Joseph?Eliza set down a cup of warm milk and a cookie beside the boy, although he didn’t even acknowledge the snack. What are you drawing, love?” 

Joseph’s head tilted up slightly, but his gaze didn’t quite meet his 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 crayon in his hand, his movements across the page growing even more frantic

you. But Eliza gave him a reassuring smile even though 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 response, no indication that he even felt it. No one is going to force we’re here to listen if you do.” 

Of course, Joseph didn’t answer. He never did, anywaynot verbally, at least. But over the past week he had begun to use facial expressions, head bobs, and hand movements to convey his thoughts

Now, though, he just kept scribbling like his life depended on it. It was like we weren’t even here

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I watched him closely, my heart aching as I took in the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the crayon just a little too tightly. It was obvious that whatever he was drawingit wasn’t makebelieve. These pictures weren’t born from imagination or fantasy

These were memories. The same memories I had seen flashes of when I’d found him in the orphanage, only a little clearer

No 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. Eliza stayed crouched beside Joseph, waiting patiently as milk went cold on the coffee table

I couldn’t bear to see him like thisto 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 would allow me to help

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

It would only take 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 details on his experience. I could help him then if I could just have that much

And so, carefully, tentatively, I reached out toward his mind

But the moment my powers brushed the edges of Joseph’s consciousness, he reacted. And not in a good way

His head snapped up, eyes wide with terror, his entire body jerking as if he had been struck in the face. The crayon 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 hardwood, dampening the drawings

Joseph?Eliza didn’t even have a chance to ask 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 looked worriedly up at me and Edwin

My heart dropped into my stomach

What happened?Edwin sat up straight, snapping his head toward me

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