𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄

Chapter 37: Scar

Misha

"Blondie, calm down. He won't freak out," I sighed over the phone as I wrote down some extra lyrics; Blair is forcing me to finish the song and sing it to her for her birthday in two weeks.

We planned to announce our relationship at her birthday party, but she's overthinking. Rune might punch me in the face. I think so, too, but I prefer to stay quiet so as not to make her panic more than she already is)

"I'm just worried he might take it the wrong way."
"Listen, love. If he does, which he won't, I will give him time to process it." She sighs, and that's when I overhear the sound of a door opening.

"You ready?" Blair asked when I overheard another soft voice in the background. "Of course I am-wait," Blair said, cutting off what seemed Lana.

"Are you hiding your scar?" And with that, a door slams shut. What's going on?" I panic. "Um, nothing. It's Lana. I'll call you back." Before I could speak back, she hung up the phone.

"I Love you, Blondie." I bite my bottom lip and place my phone down, sighing, "What!" Suddenly Fallon and Vivian burst into my office, "For fucks sake," I leaned against my chair and ran my hands over my hair.

"Blondie?"
"Blair Ambrose?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" They both said at once, "Shut your fucking mouths!" I roared, slamming my fist against the glass desk.

They instantly shut up and let me take a deep breath, "How dare you start dating that fucking whore-" "I advise you choose your next words very carefully" I cut off Vivian and closed the gap between us.

"You love her" She gritted her teeth, "You fell for her you fucking idiot" She scoffed while maintaining eye contact, a roar snaps out of my throat before I could control it.

"At least I'm capable of being loved and feeling the emotion."

Her eyes softened, and Fallon gazed at me with fire in her eyes. Vivian thinned her lips and smiled, "Woah, Misha, that's big even for you." I could sense my betrayal. "Vivian, wait—" Before I could storm after her, she had already run out of the room with Fallon behind her.

Blair

"Lana, come back here!" I yelled, running after her, "I'm fine. I don't wanna go anymore," she shouted back; before she could pace into her room and shut it, I put my hand in the way and stormed in.

"Lana," I say, shaking my head back and forth while she pants and bites down on the inside of her cheek. Don't hide yourself, Lana. Your beautiful." "Yeah, well, I don't feel like it," she snaps, laughing painfully.

"Lana, you never complained about your scar-"
"Yeah, because you never noticed!" I gulped a harsh breath from escaping.
My eyes tripped up as one dropped down from her cheek. "Wait..." I said, my blood boiling from my overthinking.

"Did those jocks say anything to you a few days ago?" I asked. Her silence was my answer. I then walked up to her and wrapped my arms around the back of her head, "You're beautiful, and I love your scar," I said as she sobbed into my shoulders.

Misha

I made my way down the hall, noticing this apartment complex was pure shit; cameras suck; I got past security without them noticing, and there was no way in hell Blair thought I was allowing her and Lana to live in a place like this.

I take my phone out of my pocket and start dialing Macy's,
"Yes, Boss?"
"Macy, get the best suite ready with files,"
"Boss-"
"Do as you're told, and make sure the suite is close to my penthouse."

I hung up the phone and knocked on Blair's apartment door. I'll be concerned about Vivian and Fallon.

After Vincent shot up my Mansion, I sold it and moved back into my penthouse with Fallon and Vivian.

Knowing Blair and Lana are under the same roof as me would be easier if there is trouble. All I have to do is make sure Vivian doesn't start shit.

My thoughts pop out of my head once I see Blair open the door, "Misha, what are you-"
 "Start packing. You are moving," I said, bursting into her apartment.

"What? Misha, it's about to be 10 p.m. Why would I pack now?"
"First of this place is shit, second security sucks, and third, I need you close to me" I spun to look at her shutting the door, and a small smile crossed her face.

"Misha, I'll be fine. It's not so bad here." I fold my arms across my chest as I stare at the heater, which looks like it's been through hell.

"I'll get that fix-"
"Enough, Blair. You're moving into my apartment complex; end of discussion."

As I expected, Blair wouldn't accept without a fight, but after the misery of shouting and arguing, she dropped it and accepted the goddamn suite.