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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A strange sense of familiarity washed over Charlie as he entered the prison. The last time he was seen in the building was just after Bella had been thrown into her cell. He had screamed at her for hours but all she did was smile.
She showed no signs of remorse for her actions. In fact, if anything, she seemed proud. But now Charlie knew the true reason for her crimes and he felt sick to his stomach.
In a way, he blamed himself. He felt like it was his fault and that if he tried harder to bond with his daughter, spent more time with her, then she wouldn't have turned out the way that she had.
Taking a deep breath, Charlie glanced through the two way mirror. Bella was handcuffed to the table. She was leaning back in her chair, her hair tied up in a ponytail and blank expression plastered across her face.
"Stay here," He mumbled quietly, squeezing his sons hand before walking towards the door. Closing his eyes, Charlie sucked in one last deep breath before he walked inside and shut the door.
"Charlie," Bella greeted with a smile. Clasping her hands together, she placed them on the table and leaned forward eagerly, "Have you come to shout at me some more? Maybe this time you might pin me against the wall while screaming in my face about how I'm a monster?"
Quietly, Charlie shook his head and sat down. Pulling the chair back, he made sure to keep an arms length away from the table incase she lunged at him. It wouldn't be the first time. The small scars on his arms where proof of that.
Charlie continued to stare at the girl he once knew as his daughter. But now all he saw was some manic stranger. Gone was the little girl who loved making mud pies and singing in the shower. Whoever replaced her was not his daughter and never would be.
"What do you want Charlie?" Bella asked, tilting her head as she studied the man in front of her. There was something about him that looked different. His bushy beard was gone and the colour had come back to his skin. He looked healthy. Why did he look healthy.
Charlie looked towards the ceiling lights as he contemplated answering. "I know why you did it." He said quietly after a few minutes of silence. "I know why you killed my son. My only son."
Bella let out a slow but manic chuckle, "So you know that I killed him for the greater good?" She asked, "That me killing him was the best solution for everyone. That I did the world a favour by taking his life into my hands and ripping it apart? Good. Glad we finally see eye to eye."
The toothy smile on her lips filled Charlie with intangible amount of rage. "No. I know that you killed your twin brother in a fit of rage and jealousy because he has something that you will never, ever get your dirty little hands on."
A low sneer spread across Bella's lips as she glared at the man who was supposed to be her father. The man who was supposed to take her side, defend her and agree with her. "And what would that be? Hmmm? If anything, I think I'm the winner. I get to live, he doesn't."
Charlie fought back a smile because before the day was done, Bella would be dead and Micah would be living. "The Cullens." He answered with a small smirk, "My son was mated to the Cullens and you hated it. So you decided to play with fate. But fate had other ideas."
Suddenly Bella began to sweat. "I don't know what you mean," she said quickly. "What on earth is a Mate? What do you mean that Micah was with the Cullens. Plural? That whore! I knew I did the right thing. Ridding the world of that filth!"
Shooting up from his chair, Charlie slammed his hands on the table, causing the teen to let out a small shriek, "I know everything so stop pretending! My son was Mated to the male Cullens which meant that eventually he would become immortal and you hated it! You couldn't stand that he was someone special because if the spot lights not on you then it's the end of the world!"
Suddenly Bella let out a low chortle while leaning back in her chair. Shrugging her shoulders, she pretended to be unaffected by her fathers words. She didn't understand how he could stick up for the boy after finding out that he was not only in a relationship with a man but with four of them.
When she got out of this dreadful place, she was got to have to show the Cullens what a large mistake they had made in choosing her disgusting brother over her beautiful self. She'd give them the nights of their immortal lives and they'd become so obsessed with her that they'd turn her into a vampire.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she thought about all the things she would be able to do once she had forever. She'd get herself the biggest castle left in existence. She'd fill it with expensive cars, clothes and furniture and live the best life for all eternity.
Her head lulled to the side, her eyes squinting at her father. "And how do you know all that?" She asked condescendingly. Maybe the Cullens had told him so that he would be on their side and help get her out of this hell.
But those thoughts flew a million miles away when the door creaked open and heavy footsteps rattled against the ground. Suddenly the air in the room was sucked out through the door leaving Bella unable to breath.
He was alive! How was he alive! She'd killed him, she was sure of it! She stabbed him enough times to make it impossible for him to survive, yet here he was, standing in the doorway looking better than he had in years. His skin was tanned but healthy. His eyes had lost their bags. His frame held more muscle and he held himself with a type of confidence she'd never seen on him before.
His arms crossed over his chest as he stood in the doorway. Tilting his head, Micah held his head up high as he glared at his killer. All sympathy for her was gone and was replaced with hatred.
"I told him." Micah said, his voice strong and deep. "I told him everything."
