Demons

Clarity slowly reeled in for Christopher as his eyes gained focus and his cheek burned from the force with which he had been struck.

 

 

 

 

Dazedly, he reached for the light switch, and his face darkened as he settled his eyes on her. "Why are you here, Alexandra?" His voice was cold and dark as he ignored the dread on her face and her grip around the place his hand had been. 

 

 

 

 

Alexa remained on the bed, her body still trembling from the fright of the moment, and despite her will to stay calm, Christopher was stirring up an unusual feeling of unease in her. 

 

 

 

 

Not wanting to show how shaken she was, maybe out of habit, she tried steeling herself as she beheld his frigid eyes. "You had yourself locked in here all day. You've been drinking and smoking, and you haven't eaten. So I came in here to check up on you."