Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 58

==Olivia==

I was pulled out from sleep in such manner I never appreciated. Thanks to my itching cheek. It stung, like I'd somehow shoved that part of my body in a beehive.

I left my bed for the vanity. A rash had broken out, leaving me looking haggard. Coupled with that, I'd gone red there. It was almost painful to look at. Was this an allergy? Yeah, 'cause that was dermatitis for sure. The question now was, what had caused that? I'd literally been indoors all day, all week, so there couldn't be any reasonable explanation for this.

I focused on the spot, noting the square pattern of the rash. The only thing I could think of was poison ivy. Once again, that couldn't be right. I'd been in my room, not in the jungle or something.

I glanced at the table in search of some lotion to help ease the symptoms. I couldn't replace any. And the itch was getting worse. Left with no other option, I walked to the bathroom and washed my face with some cold water. I then dried it with a towel before returning to my room.

I'd just lay back in bed and try to get back to sleep. The itching should hopefully die down when I wake up. Hardly had I placed my head on the pillow, than the itching resumed. It was so much worse this time, extending all the way to my jaw. I heaved from the bed, resting on the bed head. I scratched myself, unable to keep the cusses in. F**k, I need ice. An icy bath.

I reappeared in the bathroom, hysterically shrugged off my robe and ran under the shower. In a hurried frenzy, I turned the knob, and there came the outpour.

The cold temperature bit me, but then it appeared to stifle the itch, making me sigh in relief. I didn't leave the shower. I couldn't do so. I stayed for another minute or so, before gathering up the courage to turn off the shower. I stood still, holding my breath and praying that the itch had died.

Fortunately and surprisingly for me, I didn't feel the intense itch, but there were still a few stinging here and there. I slid the glass barrier away, staring at the towel at the opposite end. I wasn't sure I wanted ti dry myself, but then, I decided to just wrap the towel around while letting moisture seep into my skin.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed the towel from the rack, left the bathroom and turned up the A.C. For a while, I found relief, but that was temporary. Now, the itching was longer localised on my cheek, but had engulfed every bit of me, especially my torso. It was worse there.

I scratched myself aggressively, not minding that I could get injured. I couldn't take it anymore. I dashed for the vanity, to make another attempt in replaceing an ointment. Alas, there was no headway. Arrrgh. Frustration and desperation were clawed at me. The itch was worsening.

I dashed out of the room, running into the hallway. I had to get to Matteo. The problem, however, was I couldn't recall the way there. F**k! I had to replace him. It didn't matter that I was on a short piece of towel.

I was having a hard time replaceing his room. F**k, what why does this damn place have to be so complicated? I was this close to yanking the towel off my body and just itch all the way. Meaning that I had to replace help quickly. If not from Matteo, from anyone else! Somehow, luck shone on me. I recognised my path as that which lead to the hallway of Matteo's room. My run-walk had fully transformed into a sprint. I head for the hallway and rushed straight to the door marking my destination. Now, even though, I was literally burning, I couldn't barge into his bedroom unannounced. I knew better than do that. Instead I knocked. No answer came. I tried again, and again, and again, but nothing. F**k! He wasn't around.

I was standing on my toes at this point, like someone with a terribly full bladder. I tried knocking again but was met with silence get again. I turned around, and began skipping off the hallway. At the threshold, I bumped into someone. It was the butler. Thank heavens.

"Miss-"

"Where's your boss? Scratch that, call a doctor. Anyone."

This was my first time spotting a worker here display emotion. His brows were raised.

"Follow me."

I did, trailing behind.

"Could you walk faster?"

Even though his pace could be considered fast by another eye, I felt it was slow. If I could fly, I would. Soon we reached a different hallway I remembered to be that having the chambers.

We stopped in front of the door and the butler knocked. The go-ahead came. I made to join the butler in getting in, but he stopped me.

"You'll have to wait here, Miss. The Master needs to be informed first."

I opened my mouth to object, but kept quiet. I had no strength to argue. Provided help came my way, I was fine. And so I stayed behind as the butler got in. Less than a minute later, the door was swung open. The butler walked out and left without saying a word. I watched him, wondering what the hell was going on.

When he'd vanished from my line of sight, I pulled my gaze, turning back to the door. That was when a gasped escaped my throat

Matteo was standing at the door starting at me. I didn't know when he appeared. My throat went dry, and I wasn't eager to get help from him anymore. Especially as he had a different countenance. Not one of pity or his usual cold stare, but more like a resigned look. He looked totally different and...

I scratched myself. The itch biting off my thoughts.

"Come in," he said and I swore I picked up the strain in his voice.