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British Bird - Chapter Twenty Eight

British Bird
Chapter Twenty Eight
Sang

After getting off the phone with Uncle, who promised he would get a flight out of the states immediately, I delete the proof of the phone call from Luke's phone and put it back where it was. Looking at the time, I see it's almost eight am.

Sliding off the bed, I start getting dressed in a pair of leggings, tshirt, and hoody before pulling on some boots and putting my hair in a pony tail. Going to be my bedroom door, I pull open and peek down the hall. The living room door is shut but still open an inch or two and I can hear voices coming from inside.

I keep my footsteps light as I make my way towards it, pausing when I'm far enough away for me to hear the conversation that is going on inside.

"I'm telling you now, I'm not leaving without her," Luke says. "Unless she comes with us, I am not getting on that flight tomorrow morning."

"She made it pretty clear that she isn't coming back to the States with us," Nathan says. My heart constricts in my chest.

"Let's try asking her," Silas suggests, voice hopeful. "We actually haven't asked her. We've either assumed or told her."

There's a long thirty seconds of silence. "That's not a bad idea," Victor murmurs. "If we ask, she might say yes."

"Might being the fucking keyword," North booms, his voice bouncing of the walls. "And if she says no again?"

"Then we go back," Owen says, the pain in his voice evident. "We can't expect her to give up the life she has here."

"And what about us, huh?" Gabriel shouts. "What about the love we've had for her since we were young teens? What the fuck do we do with that?"

No one answers and I'm unable to hang around any more. I sneak quietly past the living room door and go into the kitchen, collecting my phone and keys before going to the flat door. I wince when the latch squeaks but manage to get the door open without anymore sounds.

I leave the door open ajar, unable to close it without it sticking and needing to be slammed shut. I leave the building undetected and make my way to the bus stop.

There is only one place I have in mind right now and I'm a girl on a mission. I text Adam and let him know I won't be in today and I ring my boss, telling her that a family emergency has come up and that Adam will ask someone to cover for me. I apologise so many times but relax when she tells me to get everything sorted and to come back for my shift Friday evening, or to call again if I can't make it.

The bite of cold from getting off the bus makes me shiver, yet my blood is pumping and boiling as I walk towards a building I've been to many times throughout the years. When I finally reach my destination, I stop outside and look over the three story building that's full of offices and meeting rooms.

I approach the glass doors, my heart beating nervously in my chest, skipping a beat every now and then. Pulling the doors open, I step inside and go straight for the grey wood reception counter in front of me.

The lady behind it looks up from the screen and greets me with a smile. "Hi Love, how can I help you?"

"Hi, I'm here to see Michelle." Just saying her name has acid rising in my stomach.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asks, tapping away at her computer.

"I don't, but just tell her Sang Sorenson is here and she'll be happy to see me. It's important."

Her eyes light up with my name and she gives me a visitor's badge. "You're actually already approved. Second floor, office number 10B."

I take the visitor's badge from her hand. "Thank you."

I round the desk and head for the lift, pressing the button and waiting for the doors to open. It's only just nine am but everyone arrives at the office here around eight thirty. Michelle is always here at that time—she told me that once. Amazing how silly little things stay with you.

The doors open and I get in, pressing the button for the second floor. My hands shake as I put them in my pockets, my hand closed tightly around the phone that hasn't stopped vibrating for the last ten minutes. I don't need to see who it is, because I already know.

They've finally noticed that I've gone missing.

I sigh, closing my eyes, already seeing and feeling the devastation of their faces when they really do realise I'm not leaving with them. That however doesn't mean that I won't be going to the States at all.

The doors open and I step out of the elevator, maneuvering my way to Michelle's office, checking and double checking the numbers on the doors as I go. When I finally reach it, I stop and take a few deep breaths before knocking on the closed door.

"Come in," Michelle calls from the other side. I grasp the handle in my hand, take one more deep breath before pushing down on the cool silver and pushing the door open. My eyes go straight to her, where she sits at her desk. Her brown eyes are focused on the screen in front of her and her coloured chestnut brown hair is pulled back into a bun.

This woman has been making decisions involving my life for so long and never had I known. The anger I had felt the moment I realised what she had been doing comes running back in full force. The hate I now feel for her so consuming.

She looks up from her computer and looks in my direction. She blinks and then blinks again, surprise washing over her aging features before standing up. "Sang, sweetheart, what are you doing here?"

I leave the door open and move further into the room, my eyes not wavering away from her as I think of all the things she has ever said to me over the years. The way she used to look at me adoringly, with my best interests at heart.

"Sit down, Michelle. I think me and you need to have a chat."

"What is this about?" She asks, suddenly looking wary. She lowers herself slowly down back into her seat.

"I've had some visitors from the States," I tell her, my fingers pressing at buttons on my phone, making the call to the number Uncle gave me and that I was able to memorise for this moment. I hear the low ringing, feeling the vibration through my thumb where it lays over the ear piece. When it stops vibrating, I know they've answered and that they're listening.

Michelles pales just a little at my words. "Oh?" She asks.

"And I think it's time you start being honest with me."