A single bullet // M.C ✔️

38

"Rise and shine, sunshine,"

"Fuck off, Michael," I groaned, stretching my left leg out to the side, letting it bend at the knee so my foot was on the floor.

"Why did you sleep on the sofa?" He spoke softly, looking over my position as I tried to stretch my whole body, cursing silently as I stretched my stomach, unfolding it. A stray blanket lay over my leg that was still flat on the sofa, and pillows were perched behind my head.

"Couldn't move," I stared at him sadly, moving a hand to press over my wound, giving him knowing eyes. "If you forgot," I snapped slightly, "I was shot by an asshole." He pressed his lips tightly together, running a hand through the messy blonde hair, strands sticking out to the side.

"That wasn't meant for you."

"No shit, Sherlock." I scoffed. "It was for Calum, speaking of..." I stared at him, my lips parted as I tried to figure out if I wanted to actually tell him. "I don't love Calum, and I'm not happy you punched him."

"You said you love him, Nicky. Don't bullshit me." He crossed his arms, tapping his foot.

"Sit down. You're making me nervous." I looked away from him, sighing softly.

"Good. You should be nervous, scared even." He taunted. Shoes sounded off the hardwood floor as he took a few steps closer to me, smirking and tilting his head. "You shouldn't like me, Nicky. You should fear me." Each word was spoken slowly as if engraving it in my head. In my mind, he's someone I should be terrified of.

"What are you doing here and not Luke?"

"Did you really think you were in Luke's apartment?" I was in Luke's apartment. My eyes quickly snapped from side to side as I took in the room. The same layout, the same colours, the same everything. This is where I was dropped off when I woke up yesterday. Suddenly, my eyes locked onto something new: seven red roses, each one darker in shade. I wasn't in Luke's apartment.

"It was you?" The roses that were left on my door, counting down to... my kidnapping? My mind flicked through them, seven days, pinpointing what happened on each one.

Day one, I had gone to the club with Kensie and just drank crimson drinks all night. I bumped into Dan and... that's when I met Michael? He had saved me from Dan making him leave. He was then caring and took me to Taco Bell; nothing like he now is.

Day two, I confronted Calum at Margaret's cafe about what he did to me. He was wearing an apple shade hoodie. He joked to me about why I didn't just say red. Michael was still present in my mind as I had questioned Calum on if he knew Michael. He knew a lot of Michael's. He couldn't give me a straight up answer because he was hiding Michael. The predator wasn't ready to be outed to its prey yet.

Day three, Sarah was murdered in my office, another thing linked to me. Her berry coloured liquid over my furniture, soaking deep into the fibres. Annoyingly, I had never confirmed if Luke was talking to Kensie. Maybe that was also Michael. Chances are it was Michael after Kensie, letting him know that their sick plan had worked. I had seen the sickening red shade all over my office.

Day four, a comment had left my mouth to Calum about icing being like jam, a darker, deeper red. I hadn't pointed out any other colours except that fucking jam red icing. He had rebutted, saying it's jam icing, making sure I knew that was the shade.