Micah

I breath out, wiggling deeper into the lush material. In my subconscious state I hugged the object, pulling my knees to my chest.

I was immediately pulled into reality, feeling a bump as my eyes shot open. Damn potholes.

What!?

Why am I here?

I was in a car, not just any car. A car I'm sure was Mr Lyon's.

What other explanation would there be, he was at the front seat driving and I was at the back.

"What am I doing here?" I hugged myself. This handsome man was a monster, living the air conditioner on despite it freezing outside.

He completely ignored my question, staring at me through the rear view Mirror.

"Finally awake Ms Harlan?" He asked, his eyes resting on mine rather than the road.  "I'll drop you off."

Wait, was this really happening? Mr Lyon suggesting to drop me home?

I pinched myself just to make sure and it really hurt so I guess I'm not dreaming.

"I asked you to wake me up when you were leaving." If he didn't wake me up, does that mean he...... No, he wouldn't, would he? There seemed to be no other thing for him to have done except carrying me.

He clicked his tongue, applying more pressure on the accelerator.

"Waking you up would be a bother." He replied, I could see him shutting his eyes through the mirror, people often did that when they were embarrassed or nervous. Which was he?

"Waking me would be a bother but carrying me all the way to your car from your office wouldn't?" I pressed on.

Ugh, Micah just thank him already!

My inner voice yelled at me.

I knew I should at least be appreciative but I couldn't bring myself to say a 'Thank you' to this particular man. I was hesitant.

"Thanks for carrying me to the car anyway." I finally grumbled.

Mr Lyon rose his brows with a questioning look in his eyes, almost as if he didn't catch what I said.

"Miss Harlan, don't mumble when with me. If you can't say it loud to my face, don't say it at all."

I scoffed at his statement before rolling my eyes.

"I was thanking you but nevermind!" I hugged my arms breathing out the cold air.

"I would prefer if we continue the ride in silence." Mr Lyon concluded and I couldn't agree more.

***
"Thanks." I appreciated getting off the car and shutting the door, Mr Lyon didn't reply rather he sped off.

I rubbed my palms together blowing hot air into them. It was wierd for Mr Lyon to drop me at a house he wanted to demolish. Then again, maybe it was only wierd for me. Maybe he didn't feel a thing and didn't even care.

I gasped loudly, jumping forward feeling a hand on my shoulder.

"Shit!" I shouted at Zion, the one person I'd hate to see right now.

"I'm sorry for startling you."

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, trying not to cause I scene. I'd hate for my family to see Zion right now.

"I came to see you. We need to talk."

"We?" I laughed bitterly. "There is no 'we'. You need to leave."

"Ok, so you're mad at me! I get it! Is that the reason why you went along to sleep with the man that's caused you so much pain?"

I was offended by Zion's words.

"Excuse me?"

"I know you've offered Kristopher sex just because you're mad at me. You offer anyone sex regardless of who!"

I couldn't believe it was Zion saying all this. He had shown me a new part of himself, I part I'd have preferred to have never discovered.

"This was exactly the same way you had come to me a few days ago, you'd proved how much of a whore you could be-"

I silenced him up with a hard slap on his cheek, a slap I was sure would hurt a lot in the morning, thanks to the snow.

"Go home Zion. You reek of alcohol." I walked away from him as a tear trickled down my cheeks.

At this point in my life I realized I had no one. I couldn't burden anyone with my problems. Problems I had caused.

Everybody had Thier cross to bear, I'll bear mine with silence and a smile.

***

Getting out of the showers I dried my hair. I picked up my phone and stared at the time.

12:00AM on the dot.

It was Mr Lyon's birthday.

I wondered if he was awake by this time.

I couldn't help it as my mind drifted to what he had said earlier on.

'Waking you up would be a bother'

I couldn't help but wonder if he had carried my to the car not to stress me. Maybe, just maybe that was what he meant by it being a bother.

***

Could someone be so busy on Thier birthday?

The day was almost over and I had tried calling Mr Lyon tons of time just to wish him happy birthday.

I was about dialing his number one more time before I heard a costumer call.

I ran to the booth in which the man sat.

He was handsome, that I had to admit. His teal colored eyes looked so beautiful, you could get lost in them. I had never seen someone with Teal eyes before. He had a sharp jaw which I would've loved to get my hands on, his sleek black hair was gelled backwards. His skin was so clear, the color of milk.

Despite my wierd comparisons and thoughts, unmistakably he was a very handsome man.

"Good Evening sir. My name is Micah and I'll be your waitress this evening. Is there anything you would like to start with?"

I asked with one of my most cheerful smiles, his eyes, those eyes, they were so beautiful, they kind of reminded of Mr Lyon's pale green eyes...

No!

Why was I bringing Mr Lyon into this?

"Micah? That's a wierd name for a lady." He chuckled.

My smile immediately disappeared.

"Well, you can call me Mabelle if you like." I tried to be professional mustering another smile.

"Ok, Mabelle. I'm Bryson, Bryson Smith." He extended his hand for a shake.

He smiled as I took his hand in mine shaking it. I smiled back at Bryson.

Maybe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

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I wanted to end this chapter as soon as possible so I can move on with chapter 18.

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Also, did you guys see what I did there? If you don't remember Bryson, you might want to check the characters chapter. Maybe you already have an idea of who Bryson is.

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