Alec
I'm going to kill him.
I slam my open hand down on the dresser. The dresser that I didn't purchase.
The furniture store wasn't very helpful. Apparently Mr. Barnes is practically some sort of V. I. P. customer, orders all the time, and they were so glad to have fulfilled his request. Ha! This has got to be some sort of crime.
I glare at the mattress. Not my mattress,that I chose, but that top of the line, ultra lux monstrosity that Christopher picked out. He went behind me and changed my purchase!
The sofa and bed I picked out arrived during my delivery today, plus a whole lot more than I anticipated. I had briefly been able to greet the delivery team and let them into the apartment, but there was a home visit that I was called away to at a farm.
Animals still have their place on modern farms, especially on these small, remote ones. Having a relied-on work horse fall ill can put a local farm dangerously behind, when every day of work counts. By the time I returned, it was too late to refuse the items left behind.
Crammed in my apartment was the matching loveseat and accent chair that went with the sofa, as well as some sort of large, premium leather beast of a recliner. I mean, what sort of recliner needs a 120 volt plug?
I was about to call and give a complaint right then and there, until I spotted all the surprises through the open bedroom door. I had spent the most on the bed, a modern styled one in a light wood finished. I figured that if I had to purchase other furniture piece by piece over time, I would be able to find complimentary items no matter how long apart I buy them.
Instead, my small bedroom is overwhelmed with not only a mattress I didn't choose but a matching dresser and tall chest of drawers as well. Another matching piece, a night stand, was wedged in between the bedroom and the far corner of the room.
The only good thing I managed to get from the sycophant manager of the store was the phone number left by Christopher. I felt foolish asking for it and not because the man had already left several of them littered on my lobby's desk the previous week. I threw those away like trash without a second thought. It was because the manager was sure I needed to number to thank Christopher.
Picking up my phone, I punch in the numbers and impatiently listening to it ring.
"Alpha."
That... threw me off.
"That's how you answer a phone?"
"... Alec?"I could hear the stunned disbelief over the phone.
"You really thought I wouldn't call about this?"
"This being...the furniture! You got it today, right? I knew you'd like it, because I chose the pieces that went with what you picked out already, plus the mattress- "
"Make it," I interrupt his rambling. "Go. Away."
"What? You don't like it? I thought-"
"Obviously, you thought very little. I made it clear that I will spend my own money on my own things. I don't need your hand outs."
"No! It's not a hand out, I just wanted to get you a gift! I wanted to pamp-"
"I don't want this gift, its extreme and insulting!" I cut Christopher off again. His tone has changed to a pleading and desperate note that somehow just pisses me off more. "The store also thinks this is some wonderful gift, too. So, make it go away. I want it gone! I also want my mattress!"
I end the call, not bothering to listen to his ramblings anymore. I thought I'd had a reprieve from him lately, since I hadn't seen him since Sunday. Only, he was somehow orchestrating this.
This is new. I mean, I've been bullied before of course. I was a puny kid that would go crazy for cute little animals all the time. I've been teased, harassed, ostracized and ignored. Buying me extravagant gifts is new.
My size is the main factor. I take after my mother and her side of the family, where everyone has petite height and delicate features. Leading to the second factor, that people seem to find the way I look to be... cute. Shudder.
It's always so damn hard to be taken seriously! I am a capable man!
Christopher has definitely found a new way to harass me. Bullies like to get their satisfaction. They need to know their victims are miserable for themselves to feel better. I agreed to spend time with him, so he knew that showing up at the clinic wasn't working. I'd hope to get him off my back, but he temporarily out-smarted me.
It's a challenge but I can overcome it. I've fended for myself for a long time and an overgrown donkey isn't going to stop me now. I don't like things to be out of control, so I will take it back. First, I'll make him get rid of the furniture and get me the correct mattress. Then, I'll ban him from my clinic! If I see so much as a toenail of his come near me, I'll report him for stalking.
Gift? Ha! I know a slap in the face when I see one. I will not let some underage punk push me around. I put everything I have into this clinic and I'm not going to waste time playing games of someone trying to get the better of me.
Satisfied with my plans, I toss my phone aside and fall back onto the bed. It's just a few seconds before I realize that my body is deliciously contoured on the soft and supportive surface of the offensive mattress from that buffoon. Jumping up, I make sure to glare at one more time before stalking out of my own room. I'll have to sleep on the sofa for now.
A/N: It's short, but I felt a little inspired on this story.