Ending Silence

Chapter 20

Morgan's POV

I step out of the shower, quickly drying myself and putting on my clothes.

I step out of the bathroom, and in the corner of my eye, I notice something. Looking at the window, I see a sticky note on my window.

I walk over, taking it off the window to read it.

'You would not be fine
if you jumped out the window'

I look at the window confused since there doesn't seem to be any extra lock on it. I try to open it, and it opens, but then stops.

I scowl. He put a fucking child lock on it!

That asshole.

I shut the window, and collapse back onto my bed  I glare at the ceiling, imagining it was him. I then decide I'm going to give him a piece of my mind.

I throw on a hoodie and put the hood up to hide my wet hair, before leaving my room. I walk to his office, trying to seem as unsuspicious as possible.

I knock on the door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. He opens the door, see's me, and grabs my hand, pulling me inside.

Before I can lecture him on how I don't need a safety lock on my window, he has me pinned against the door, and his lips are on mine in a second.

I gasp, surprised, but quickly kiss back. I cup his face, letting my other hand slip into his soft hair which has become my new obsession.

He pulls away eventually, and I'm thankful since I was about to run out of oxygen.

Sage shoots me a small smile, before turning around and walking to his desk. He sits down and turns back to his computer while I still have my back pressed against the door, panting.

"I'm supposed to be pissed at you" I mumble, and he looks up at me confused. "I can't believe you put a child lock on my window. I'm not a child" I groan, walking forward and sitting on the edge of his desk. His desk has nothing on it except a laptop and a small notebook, so there's plenty of room for me to use his desk as a seat.

I'm sitting at the edge near his elbow, facing him. "Take it off" I demand, and he shakes his head. I groan. "Fuck you" I mumble, giving him my best glare. He chuckles, fucking amused at me.

"This reminds me of a time my sister dared me to go into a cupboard, and then she put a stick through the handles so I couldn't escape. She then went out with her friends. Luckily my grandad came home thirty minutes later and freed me" I tell him, and he raises his eyebrow.

"Yes, I know you didn't lock me in a cupboard. But you're essentially locking me in my room. If you think about it" I say, and he rolls his eyes.

"Go back to your work," I tell him, and he sighs, but turns his attention back to his laptop.

"My sister never liked me growing up. I remember one time at my grandad's funeral, we were outside, and she convinced me grandad got buried alive and that we needed to save him. I was so happy because I thought he was alive. I started to dig with my hands. She went back inside to 'go get help'. I spend an hour digging thinking my grandad was alive. He wasn't. My sister got grounded for a day while I got sweets because my parents had to tell me he was dead again".

Sage looks at me, concerned. "Don't worry, he wasn't actually buried alive" I assure him, and he sighs, looking back at the screen of his laptop.

"My sister is thirty. She had a husband, Jerry. I hate him. He always makes jokes about my hair or asks if I'm bleeding. Like, ha ha, very funny" I mumble, getting irritated just by thinking about him.