Chapter 6: Uninvited Shadows
350 Words
Micky’s POV
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I didn’t mean to fall asleep.
But with her in my arms, breathing soft and steady, her fingers tangled in the chain around my neck… it was like my body finally gave up fighting the calm.
And when I woke up—she was gone.
Not gone gone.
I could still hear movement in the kitchen.
But the absence of her warmth against my chest hit harder than I expected.
I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, still tasting her lips on mine.
God, what was she doing to me?
I stood, pulled on a T-shirt, and followed the faint sound of her voice. She was on the phone, back turned to me, barefoot in nothing but that oversized shirt. But it wasn’t her body that stopped me cold.
It was her tone.
Tight. Guarded. Sharp.
“I told you not to call me,” she snapped quietly.
Pause.
“No, you don’t get to do this. Not anymore. I’ve moved on—”
Another pause.
Her hands shook.
“I’m not scared of you. Not now. Not ever.”
I took a step closer, and the floor creaked.
She turned around so fast, eyes wide, phone clutched tight in her hand.
“Hey,” I said, voice calm but low. “Who was that?”
She blinked. Swallowed. “No one.”
Bullshit.
“Tia.”
She opened her mouth—then stopped. Looked away. And that was all I needed to know.
Whoever it was… he wasn’t just a ghost.
He was something she hadn’t told me about.
Something that still had power over her.
I crossed the room slowly and reached for her hand. “Talk to me.”
She hesitated. Just a second too long. “It’s nothing, Micky. Seriously.”
I didn’t push. Not yet. But my jaw clenched.
Because the way she said it?
It wasn’t nothing.
It was something.
Something dark.
And I didn’t know what scared me more—who was on the other end of that call…
Or what he might’ve already done to her.
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