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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Micah woke the next morning wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep on the sofa next to his father who refused to let him out of his sight. Looking around the room with tired and bleary eyes, he noticed that he was still on the sofa.
Hearing a small shuffle, he looked down to see his father asleep on the floor. The man's head was on the side of the sofa while his legs stretched across the carpet. There was a thin blanket around his waist, his hands clenching it into a fist.
Yawning behind his hand, Micah pulled his cover off and as quietly as he could, he slipped off the sofa. Tiptoeing into the kitchen, he grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with cold water.
Sitting down at the table, he nursed the glass between nimble fingers, occasionally taking a sip as he stared blankly out the window. His heart thrummed in his chest as his mind drifted towards the kings.
Sure they where coming to kill Bella, but would they go after Charlie too? Would they kill his friends because they knew? What about Jessica? She was an imprint to a Wolf, the Vampires most sworn enemy.
The more Micah thought about the danger his friends and family could be in, the darker the sky got until suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder. Micah jumped in shock, his glass slipping out of his hand and shattering across the floor.
Snapping his head up, he looked towards the front room as his dad jolted awake. "Micah?" Charlie whispered, looking around the room for his son. His eyes became wide when he noticed he wasn't there, "MICAH!" He yelled frantically.
With impossible speed, Charlie pushed himself up and off the ground. "Micah where are you!" He cried. Thoughts flew around his head, had it all been a dream? Had he finally snapped.
However, all thoughts disappeared when Micah stumbled into the room with wide and panicked eyes. "Dad?" Charlie didn't answer, instead he rushed forward and wrapped his arms around the boy, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Where were you?" Charlie asked as he pulled back, his hands gently gripping his sons arms while he looked him over for any visible injuries.
"I was in the kitchen," Micah answered quietly, his finger pointing in that direction. "You was asleep and I was thirsty. I didn't want to wake you but I broke a glass. Sorry dad,"
Charlie waved his hand, "I don't care about a silly broken glass." He told him, "I care that your alright. Next time, please just wake me up. I thought..." the man shook his head.
Micah swallowed thickly. The look on his fathers face told him everything. With guilt seeping into his bones, Micah stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his father once more, this time holding on much tighter.
After a few moments, the pair pulled back. Micah opened his mouth to speak when someone knocked on the front door. Sharing a confused look, Micah went towards the door when Charlie pulled him back.
Shaking his head, Charlie walked forward. His hand wrapped around the bulbed handle and with quick movements, he yanked the door open.
Standing in the doorway had to be two of the most ethereal looking men he had ever seen. There was something about them the gravitated him towards them. That made him want to be by their side forever.
Little did Charlie know, the two men thought the exact same while the third man stood with a knowing smile. The looks on their faces was the same look he had when he first laid eyes on Evie, or Aguya as his brothers had taken to calling her.
Micah, who was oblivious to the never ending staring happening int he doorway, poked his head out into the hall and locked onto a pit of red eyes.
Aro smiled, "Micah," he said with a gentle voice, "How lovely it is to see you alive and well." Reaching over, he slapped his brothers on the back of their heads, "I think we should all sit down and have a conversation."
