Stay With Me

Chapter 1

Michael Pov
I heard the sound of something baning of the floor above me.  I jump up, to look at my ceiling. "Stupid people, with there loud ass fucking music. Interrupting my sleep." I mumble to myself as I walk downstairs. Another day, of this shit. I groan. I have the worst headache. As I'm making coffee, my phone goes off. I pick it up, "Hello? Michael." I hear my boss speak in a deep tone. "Yes, sir." I look at the clock, I mean, I'm not late. So I don't know why he'd be calling me. "Yes, Michael-- good, okay- you're going to have another patient."  I blink a few times, as I hear my coffee pot ding. Meaning my coffees done. I put the phone with my shoulder and my ear. As I get my creamer to make my coffee. Then, taking a small sip.  He never calls about me having a patient. Why would he now? "Okay, why was it so important that you had to call me, an hour before work?" I asked, to be honest, going back on what I said. I said it to him I could've came off nicer. "Have you heard of The Millers 'incident'?" He questions. "Yes, everyone has." I answer him. "Noah, he's your patient." My eyes widen. I almost drop the coffee. I place my coffee down. "As in Noah Miller? The massacre?!"  All I heard was faint breathing. "Yes, Noah." He finally answered. "Si-r, I don't believe I'm ready for that."  I said. Taking a deep breath, taking in what I just heard. Noah? As in the Miller. He killed his mother by stabbing her in the neck 12 times. He twisted his fathers neck around and cut off his hands. And, his sister he cut out her eyes. And, said, 'Time to rest.'! As all these thoughts were rushing through my brain, he spoke "Sorry Michael, you're the best we have. And with him there. We will get more money. I know you want to move out of that apartment you're living in now?" I mean he's not wrong. I would do ANYTHING, to get out of this, this shitty ass apartment building. "Fine. But, but, extra security. Because me personally, I'm not taking any chances."  I heard my boss chuckle softly over the phone. "Good, to have you on board, Michael." I sighed, "Yeah, hope I'm not the next victim." I sighed. "He hasn't hurt even a fly in over 6-7 years." My boss said. Trying to cheer me up. But, I always hated that old saying 'he wouldn't hurt a fly' I don't get why people say it. I look around before speaking again. "Good. Let's keep it that way." I added before hanging up. I laid my phone down, on the counter. As I clenched my fist, till my knuckles turned white. I had no clue or idea about Noah. Not even what he looks like. I sighed again, grabbing my phone and looking him up. I found pictures, but no information including him only the massacres that happened that night. I swallowed  the lump in my throat. I would get more information at work anyway. I walked to my room to get ready. I know what you're thinking, "Don't you have an hour before leaving?" Yes, I do. But, I want to arrive early to get more information about him. I mean can you imagine getting someone like that upset? I'm not gonna even try.