Page 6 of Forget

The trains are still running, even though it’s almost one thirty in the morning. It took half an hour to get in and out of the apartment, although it felt like both an eternity and a blink of an eye.

Time seems to move funny when your entire life is crumbling before your eyes.

My feet pound down the stairs until I’m almost running through the tiny lobby and out the front door. Pulling air through my lungs, I force myself to keep going.

I’m going to the station three streets down because it’s headed in the direction I want to go in, and then I’ll jump the fence at one of the regional parks Mom and I used to go to. I need to stay isolated as my body temperature continues to spike and makes my life difficult.

Riding public transportation is a big risk, due to the possibility of calling any and all alphas in my direction. I just need to stay small, be quiet, and buy scent blocking panties tomorrow, so I never have to deal with this again.

Thankfully, I have my public transport card, so I can ride the metro wherever I need to for the rest of the month. I’ll renew it on the first, because it’s a lifesaver.

The streets are a ghost town as I walk, much to my relief, and then I’m jogging into the tunnels to catch my ride. Luck is still on my side as my body continues to awaken with its biology.

My smell is steadily getting sharper and the train hurtles through the tunnels at high speeds toward my destination, and my nose wrinkles at the varying scents of the people who have ridden before me, the trash and refuse they’ve left behind.

People are gross. It’s probably for the best that I’m spending the night in the woods, as long as I can get over the fence and don’t run into anyone that is. My luck seems to be spotty today.

As the train comes to a stop, my eyes dart around my surroundings, and then I’m bounding out and up the stairs to the street. I can hear people laughing behind me, goosebumps rise on my skin, though not because I’m cold.

“Awww, little omega, come play with us!” a man’s deep voice yells, and my breaths come sharper.

I can’t hyperventilate. I need to keep my shit together.Come on, Aisling. Almost fucking there.

Surprisingly, no one pulls me back from the stairs like in the horror movies I used to love to watch. I have a feeling I won’t be able to anymore for a long time though. Real life is scary enough for an omega like me.

The park isn’t far from here, and I keep a fast pace, my body still attempting to stop me, as it gives me boiling hot spells, and then lets me feel the cold wind whipping through the city.

My body can’t figure itself out, and I’m just along for this messed up ride. Climbing up and over the gate is easier than I thought it would be, though I’m sure there has to be security somewhere.

I’m hoping they’ll ignore me. I need an isolated spot.Please, just forget I’m here. I don’t want to hurt anything.

Finding just the place in the woods, I snuggle into my hooded-sweatshirt, my eyelids droop even though my body is making me squirm with feelings that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never even touched myself before, and the books I’ve read since Mom told me about the birds and the bees, make omegas out to be very sexual beings.

Whimpering as I ride out the uncomfortable slick pumping out of my pussy to stain the inside of my thighs, I add finding a laundromat to my never ending list.

I need to sleep.Please, God, just give me a break.Finally, just a few hours before daybreak, my eyes shut and I dream about my mom and dancing in my living room with her.

Fly high, Mom. Fly high.

Chapter 2

Aisling

Two weeks later

I’m finding my groove,even though it’s a paltry one. I’ve been sleeping in parks, showering in their bathrooms, and then running to both jobs in an effort to save up for an apartment that would rent to me.

It’s snowing today, the way it has been the last three days, so I’m going to stay in one of the hostels that ask very few questions, and don’t care what my designation is.

“Hey, Aisling, can I see you for a second?” Caleb asks, his brow knitting into a frown.

Please, please don’t fire me.

I haven’t done anything wrong, but my anxiety spikes regardless. I’ve been trying to hide that I’ve come into my designation. A little perfume to cover my scent, special underwear to hide any hint of slick, and a gel under my nostrilsthe girls introduced me to, that makes me immune to an alpha’s scent.

Apparently, it’s a bartender trick. Orla and Mickey knew I was an omega the second I walked into the bar to help open up the night after I was kicked out of my apartment. They took me under their wing when I burst into tears, tired, sore, and overwhelmed. I was worried they would tell Caleb, which would lead to getting fired. I’m tired of feeling scared all of the time.

So far, hiding has worked.

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