The Mechanic

Chapter Eleven - "A Second Too Long."

"The Mechanic"

Chapter Eleven

'A Second Too Long.' 

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The Next Afternoon

Demi's POV

The afternoon following the slightly uncomfortable encounter between Joe and Wilmer, I returned home from a long day of errands with Travis. He'd only worked when Will called him in, and since my car was in the shop, and Ari and I weren't speaking, his involvement in getting me around town became much more frequent. 

It was about 5pm when we'd pulled into the driveway of my home, and I was fairly exhausted. The sun was just barely beginning to set; the sky becoming a canvas of orange and pink colors. Stepping out of the back of the limousine, the cold December air hit my face immediately, and my icy breath was visible before me. Humbly, I thanked Travis for his consistent help in chauffeuring me around, tipped him, and headed into my home.

"Will?" I called as I shut the door behind me. The house was dark; the only source of light was the fireplace that flickered endlessly. My voice echoed through the large main entrance, bouncing off of the marble floor and the porcelain tiled walls. With each step I took, my high heels clicked against the shiny floor, ringing through the halls aside my movements.

"I'm home," I tried again, to no avail. After a quick sweep of the entire first floor, I headed up the stairs, my mind set on climbing into my California King and getting some much needed sleep. As I neared the top, however, I began to hear Will's voice, which was engulfed in anger. He was yelling at someone; I'd never heard him so loudly.

"You had one fucking job!" He screamed, and I paused on the stairs, listening as my heart raced with fear. "I sign your checks! I am the reason you get to even call yourself useful!"

There was a loud crash, and I flinched at the sound. Instantly, I began to worry. I continued walking up the stairs, my pace brisk as I wanted to get to him quickly. Finally, my bedroom came into my vision as I stood outside in the hall looking in. Will's back was to me, so he hadn't yet seen me. I didn't immediately draw attention to myself, as I was curious to see who he was yelling at, what had gotten him so angry, and what exactly he had broken in his rage.

Tilting my head, I was able to peer inside the room enough to see that he'd smashed one of the full length mirrors that hung on our bedroom wall. Shards of glass glittered like diamonds on the floor beneath his feet; my eyes finally landing on his bloodied fist.

He'd punched the mirror.

"Will," I whispered, my eyes filled with worry. He turned around at the sound of my voice, and when his eyes met mine, I didn't recognize the man before me. It occurred to me in that instant that he was not speaking on a phone, so whoever he was screaming at had to have been in our bedroom. "What is going on? Who is in there?"

"Demi?" I heard a small voice say. I couldn't see her, but I immediately knew it was Ariana.

Will whirled back around quickly.

"You shut the hell up!" He screamed at her, his voice unrecognizable in its enraged capacity.

"Hey!" I yelled at him, defensive of my only friend in the world. "Don't scream at her like that!" I walked right into the bedroom, my eyes scanning around for Ari. When I found her, she was sitting on the floor in the corner of my bedroom, her head in her knees. She was surrounded by the glass as well, and I quickly reasoned that she'd curled into this position to protect herself from the excess flying shards. Seeing her like this angered me to no end, but her eyes lifted up to mine, and I extended a hand to her. She took it without any hesitation, and slowly but surely rose to her feet.