Page 109 of One for the Money
It begins to spin slowly, and he throws three blades with a lazy underhand, warming both of us up.
And then he pulls out a blind fold and ties it around his eyes.
Strobe lights begin to flash slowly, leaving the audience wondering if I’m okay as they hear thunks and get small glimpses of the show, leaving them straining to see if my blinded partner has hit me or not.
I tend to disassociate a bit through this part. The rhythmic thump of the blades, the screaming sounds of a masked numetal band chanting a cutting melody, and the soothing swirling of the target are almost meditative. It’s a very passive part of my act, and my eyes start to sweep the side of the ring, not looking for anything in particular, just along for the ride.
And then I spot her.
My Omega.
Her hair is pulled back into a high, sloppy ponytail, and she’s wearing a pair of black leggings and a plain, boring t-shirt, with her ever-present canvas sneakers, like she’s about to go for a jog. She must feel better if she’s up for exercising, but I wish she wouldn’t do it at night, especially since I can’t come with her to protect her.
This is the first time I’ve gotten the chance to see her since the rut. I wish it weren’t like this, only glimpses in the flashes of the strobe lights.
I’ve got my date all planned out. There is a permanentboardwalk carnival at our next stop. I’m going to take her, fill her up with all of her favorite foods, and then we’ll get on the Ferris wheel, and when they stop us at the top, I’ll take her hands and I’ll tell her my dreams. The things I used to think about as a young Alpha, the ways I would imagine life with my Omega being.
I’ll make the promises to her that I made to Matteo at the beginning. That I’m all in, I’m not going anywhere. That she’s perfect for me and I am the luckiest Alpha in the world that a wonderful, smart, kind, gorgeous Omega is the one that I will never deserve, but am luckily enough to have.
The wheel keeps spinning, but I can’t take my eyes off of her. She is stunning, impossibly so, but when we lock eyes again, a brief sadness flashes across her face.
And then the lights plummet, the twelfth blade lands, and by the time the lights come back up, she’s gone.
Quinton
I saw you peeking in on the show. What did you think?
Hey, I’m outside your door. Open up!
Alex? What’s going on? Why are you ignoring me?
I’m worried. Please, just come outside.
Alex?
Matteo
Okay, you’re freaking Q out, Alex. Just come out and talk to us.
Please, we’re going to think that you’re passed out on the floor again.
Are you just asleep or something? Q said he saw you.
Alex?
Jude
Where are you?
You better not have left, Alex. You’re under contract.
More than that, you’re still sick.
And we want you here.
Alex?
Dario
