The Protectors: New Generation Book 1

59 - Final Goodbyes - Michaela POV

The next day, we wake up with the intention of finishing my business in Texas, once and for all.

I sneak in to see who's still staying at the warehouse. A few people are still around, but new people have joined. I wish there was a way I could help, but I've barely started getting my life together, how can I help them? Estel also reminded me that I can't save everyone from their fate. I questioned her about how this type of life was anyone's fate. She couldn't give me answers, and I didn't expect her to. I'm just going to have to accept that this is the fate for some people and move on. Something in my gut tells me that there will come a time when I will be able to save a few people, and that helps me move forward.

I try to sneak out, but, of course, my luck runs out.

"Mick. Why are you here?"

"Defensive, aren't you?" I respond.

"You said you wouldn't be back." He says.

"Can't a girl change her mind?" I smirk.

His mouth opens and shuts.

"Hey baby, what's taking so long?" A girl with long blonde hair says while wrapping her arms around Boyd's waist.

"Talking with a friend. I'll be along in a moment."

I laugh.

"What's so funny?" She huffs.

"He'll "be along in a moment" or two, but there's no telling what he will do in between. I'd watch out for this one honey, if his needs aren't getting met, he'll find a way to supplement what he's missing."

"What's that mean?" she asks.

This girl really is oblivious.

"Mick." Boyd warns.

"What Boyd? Does Little Ms. Sunshine not know about your extracurricular activities?"

The girl looks between me and Boyd. "What's she talking about?"

Boyd looks everywhere but at the women in this room.

"Hmm ..." I start. "About ... ummm ... what was it, Boyd? Less than five months ago?"

"Mick." He tries again.

"See, Boyd here and I were together for almost a year, and then one day I found him fucking another girl. I bet you can't guess his response."

"That's enough Mick!" Boyd tries desperately to get me to shut up.

"You think so. Was I that easy to get over? Or is it that the truth hurts? Or is it that you hide part of yourself from others? Or is it just that you make stupid decisions?" I tap my chin. "I can't decide."

His face turns red, but I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Stop being a bitch, Mick!"

Items around us start shaking. "I'm being a bitch. ¡Puta madre! You're one to talk."

I turn to the girl now standing clueless. "What you need to know is that after one year in a relationship, he decides to fuck someone else because I wouldn't give out. Since you're with him—you've either giving out or he's supplementing his love life when you aren't around."

The poor girl stands there with her eyes watering.

I chuckle at the fact I cut to the heart of the matter.

"I see. You must be already giving it out." I turn to Boyd. "Is she a good fuck, cabrón?"

"When did you turn into such a bitch?"

"About the time you betrayed me. Now, I'm not just a bitch—I'm one bad bitch!"

The world crumbles. My vision goes hazy. My heart rate and breathing are faster than a tumbleweed. Noise is coming from my left, but it sounds like a voice under glass. My ears pick up the sound of crunching and breaking, but no other noises. My throat dries, and my nose fills with the musty remnants of old buildings. Something is shaking me. Harder and harder, but I don't want to come away from the world I've created. Faster and faster everything turns until ... Smack!