before the only thing left, is an empty shell.
Micah’s frantically trying to convince me to hear him out. “Meet me at least once. Please give me a chance to explain things before it becomes a huge mess. I’m begging you, Elsa.”
Micah’s voice shakes the last bit of my resolve. All of these years he’s haunted my dreams, and now he is on the phone begging me. How did this happen?
I need to end this. “No, please just go away. Live your life, I’m trying to do the same with mine.” It’s not the time nor the place to have this talk with him. Either that or I’m going to faint. Nick is going to smash the phone or better yet, Dr. Davis is going to walk up front. Any of those is not a good thing, the best option is to disconnect the call.
Determinated, I’m able to use a hushed, controlled tone. “I have to go, this is not the time or place. I’m at work. Bye!” Lowering the phone, I can hear his voice through the receiver.
“Elsa, please do not hang up on me.”
Oops…too late!
Nick and I come back to my place. I’m too worked up to eat or be anywhere in public. To say I’m out of my mind, would not be far from the truth, I’m a wreck. I have no idea what Micah was trying to hint at that he needed to talk about something. It’s lost on me, but Nick is beyond pissed. His incessant pacing in my living room is not helping my nerves or resolve.
“Nick, for the love of God, please sit down.” I’m damn near hyperventilating sitting on the couch with my arms bouncing, resting on my legs. Lowering my head, I try to calm my erratic breathing. I wasn’t kidding when I said, Nick’s behavior is not helping me one bit.
“What the fuck is his game, Elsa? Why even bother to call you? And what the hell did he mean to say he needs to talk to you about some huge, potential mess?” Nick’s so upset he about hits the wall with his fist.
I’m staring at him like ‘how the hell should I know?’ Good Lord, it’s been five years.
“I told you all I know. Matt was in today, and most likely that is how Micah knew to call me there. Other than that, I’m as clueless as you.” I’m so in need of a drink. “It doesn’t matter, there is nothing left to say. He left me, end of story. That being said, I know differently, as well as you, but he will never know any part of that, right?” I need him to swear he will keep his mouth shut if he ever has the chance to meet Micah in person.
Nick huffs out a breath sitting down next to me pulling me into his arms. “I’m sorry El, this cannot be easy for you. I just don’t want you hurt. Not again, and definitely not by him.” He rubs my arms with his hands.
I could not agree with him more. “Yeah, well tell my heart to catch up with my brain would ya?” Ain’t that the truth. My head is light years ahead of my aching heart. With strong arms around me, I relax, letting my body slouch. The floodgates are now open, and there is little hope of them stopping anytime soon.
A sigh leaves his lips. “Wonder what he wants to tell you, though,” Nick says with little to no emotion. “He’s been out of the picture for so long. Now suddenly he wants to talk.” I can tell he’s tense when his hands slowly tighten around my body. “Well, fuck him.”
I’m sure Nick is having some insecurities when it comes to Micah. The one guy I’ve pined over for the past five years and now suddenly he turns up, and he wants to talk to me.
Wiping my eyes, I sit up to apologize. “I’m so sorry.” My words come out in a snotty mess, but I need him to realize I know this is hard for him too. Poor guy finally gets the girl and now the other half of her soul has turned up out of nowhere.
Anguish takes it toll on him. He’s obsessively rubbing his hands down his face. “Oh hell, baby, I’m hurt and confused. I don’t want this fucker to come in and steal you away from me. He lost you. He gave you up when you needed him the most. I was