Seemingly back from the dead, Micah is set with a new strand of challenges. Only this one could hurt the people he cares the most about should he make a mistake.
Join Micah as he try's to go back to his ordinary life while trying to stay hidden fro...
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Charlie turned the steering wheel as he pulled up onto his grassy driveway. Turning the car off, the pair sat in silence while Charlie occasionally glanced at his son. He still couldn't believe the teen was actually alive and within arms reach.
"I'm sorry," Micah whispered, his soft voice breaking the tense silence that had filled the car. Charlie snapped his head towards his son with wide and disbelieving eyes.
"There is nothing to apologise for," he said in a firm voice, his head shaking softly as he took his sons hand into his own. "How could you have know what she'd do?"
Micah noticed the way Charlie hadn't said Bella's name, instead he'd called her she. "But I could have prevented this entire thing. If I hadn't have let my anger get the better of me, then I would never had left early."
Charlie shook his head firmer, "Micah, listen to me son. This is in no way shape or form, your fault. Okay? You didn't make her do what she did and you most definitely didn't tell the Hospital to proclaim you dead and stick you in a morgue. That was all them, not you, so please don't blame yourself."
Nodding his head, Micah kept his mouth shut. He would always believe it was his own fault and nothing would change that. After a few moments of silence, Micah turned to his dad, "Were still not going to another hospital."
Before Charlie could protest, like he had done for most of the journey home, Micah had already climbed out of the car. Being quick to follow, Charlie rushed around the side of the car and wrapped his sons arm over his shoulder before the boy had a chance to move.
Micah hated that he had to pretend to still be a little bit week for the next few days. It made him feel guilty for lying to his dad, but how was he supposed to explain the truth when he was forbidden to mention what the Cullens where?
Especially with the Kings coming down, which he still didn't know the exact date of, he couldn't risk his fathers life like that. Maybe he could ask them if he could tell the man? Micah knew it was selfish, but he didn't think he could turn into an immortal without his father anyway.
Closing the front door behind them, Charlie helped Micah into the living room before sitting him down on the sofa. The man winced at the state of the room, quickly rushing around to dispose of all the scattered whisky bottles before Micah could see.
But unfortunately for him, Micah had seen and that just made the guilt bubble up even more. I had done this, he thought, I had hurt my dad so much that he turned to drinking.
With tears in his eyes, Micah turned to look at the curtain covered window. He could see the thin layer of dust forming on the fabric, which told him they hadn't been opened in a long time.
Charlie quickly fumbled past and pulled open the curtains before opening the windows to get rid of the musky beer like smell. His eyes brows raised slightly at the soft patter of rain outside, but in the end he simply shrugged his shoulders.
Forks always had a bad weather cycle, one minute it could be warm and sunny, the next freezing cold and raining. "Did you want the tv on?" Charlie asked, turning to face his son.
Micah nodded his head softly, he wasn't all that fussed if the telly was on or not, he just wanted to spend time with his dad. Charlie walked over and switched it on by the remote before handing it over to his son.
"I'll be back in a minute," placing a kiss to his boys head, Charlie walked out the living room and towards the stairs. He paused, casting a hesitant glance towards Micah. He didn't want to leave him, but he felt absolutely disgusting in his clothes that he hadn't changed for a week.
After a few moments of reassuring himself, Charlie continued on his way up the stairs, headed straight for the bathroom where he shut and locked the door behind himself.
Micah sat on the sofa, his hands resting on his lap while his eyes stayed glued to the tv. He could feel eyes watching him, so he slowly turned his head towards the window. There, hidden by the trees, where the Cullens.
Normal he wouldn't have been able to spot them, but since he had awoken, his senses had enhanced a little bit, so he could see them clear as day.
Micah felt his lips part in shock at how hollow and deathly looking they had become. They looked like the movie definition of vampires with the sunken faces and dark eyes.
He guessed Alice had, had a vision and they wanted to see for themselves if it was true. Carlisle took a tentative step forward but Micah shook his head, "Not yet," he whispered, knowing they could hear him.
"I'll come to you, I promise," with a small and watery smile, Micah watched as one by one, they all disappeared. Jasper was the last one, his honeycomb eyes watching him.
Micah felt a small brush on his emotions and nodded his head. It was Jaspers own way on asking him if he was okay without pushing his boundaries and appearing in the house when Micah told them no.
Pushing some of his own emotions back, Micah watched as Jaspers shoulders sagged before he too disappeared. Not even a second later, Charlie walked down the stairs and sat next to the teen.
With his arm wrapped around the boys waist, he pulled Micah into his side. It was then that Micah noticed Charlie's now clean shaven face and slightly healthier complexion.
Charlie looked down at his son, his arms giving him a small squeeze, "We have to tel your mother," he said quietly, "She deserves to know her son's alive." With a smile, Micah nodded his head in agreement.
