Run

Chapter 9

"Kit!"

I woke with a start. I fell asleep after lunch and was in the middle of napping when I heard screaming.

"Open the door!" Micah called from the other side of the door as he slammed his fist against it.

I smirked to myself, feeling satisfied that he was upset.

"What's wrong?" I ask with the sweetest voice I could muster.

"Don't act like you don't know!"

"Honestly, Michael, I haven't the faintest clue as to what you are talking about." I sigh calmly.

"Ahhh! OPEN THE DOOR!" He began throwing his whole weight against the door.

The guy was built almost like a line backer. Genuinely big. He was like a rottweiler and I was a chihuahua. If he got a hold of me, he could definitely hurt me. Thank god for the lock on my door.

I could hear the guys trying to calm him down but next thing I knew a splintering noise rattled from my door. I felt my heart sink as I saw a crack begin to form in the middle of the door. Oh no. I let out a scream when the door suddenly burst open. Micah crashed onto the floor among the broken remnants of my door.

I quickly jumped over him and ran past the crowd outside. I didn't have much time. He would be on his feet again soon and there's no telling what he would do to me if he did that to my door.

"Micah-"

I heard someone get shoved into the wall and I knew he was up. I can't outrun him, as proven by last time, but I can lock myself somewhere else.

I run straight for the garage and try opening his truck.

"Fuck," I curse when I find it's locked.

"Kit!" He growls out after me.

I quickly run out of the garage and double back through the laundry room. I run past the guys who all look as panicked as I felt. I head straight for Micah's room and frantically look for his keys. I check his desk and his backpack but I can't seem to find them. This might take longer than I thought. Shit I should have closed his door. I go to shove someone else's chair against the door but am faced with a furious Micah. I through the chair at him in panic and run past his bed toward his window. I manage to throw open the window but he grabs me before I can jump through it.

I let out a scream as he shoves me to the ground.

"Micah!" Steve and Brandon yell.

"Get off of me!" I scream in panic, reaching for anything as he tries to keep my whole body pinned. Suddenly it occurs to me that he must have his keys on him.

I shove his face away and grab onto his ear, pulling it with as much force as I can. He screams out and shifts his body in an attempt to free his ear from my grip. My legs are unpinned and I'm able to knee him in the groin. He slumps over me and I manage to shove him off of me. I scramble to my feet and check his pockets as quickly as possible. My heart soars when I find them.

"What's going on?" Kieth asks as he walks into the room, he immediately recoils when the stench reaches his nostrils, "And what in god's name is that smell?"

Everyone parts to point the finger at Micah and I.

I'm panting and feel totally ridiculous having caused all this trouble, but I have to hold fast to my original convictions.

"I'm gonna kill you," Micah ground out as he struggled to sit up.

Understanding seemed to spread across Kieth's face.

We were both escorted out to an upstairs office. Kieth instructed us to wait there for him to return but I didn't exactly feel safe. Micah had a pack of ice on his crotch and I couldn't help but to feel like I might have taken this too far.

"This isn't over," Micah whispered lowly.

"You need to stop while you're ahead." I warn.

Wyatt and Kieth reentered the room and Micah stopped his threats.

"Would one of you mind explaining what happened?" Wyatt crossed his arms.

"She covered all of my stuff with shit." Micah quickly pointed the finger.

"He purposefully ditch me this morning."

They look between both of us.

"Seriously?" Kieth asks, "You got left behind and decided the best way to get back at him was to destroy everything he owns?"

I stared blankly for a moment, "Hell hath no fury like me."

"Alright," Kieth rolled his eyes, "Both of you are grounded. Again."

"Why should I be grounded!?" Micah complained, "She destroyed all my stuff and assaulted me!"

"You were going to hit me!" I snap back.

"You deserved it."

"Say that again and knock your teeth out!" I snap.

"Enough!" Wyatt cut in, "Both of you are grounded until we say otherwise. No phone, no weekends out, and you're both on stable duty."

Kieth cleared his throat and began to whisper to Wyatt, "Are you sure that's a good idea to put them in a confined space with shovels and shears?"

"If anything happens to the other, Micah, no more truck, Kit, no Cedric."

I gave them a flat look.

I got up to leave since they looked done but Micah wasn't done complaining.

"What about my room!?"

"Oh right," Kieth obviously forgot about it too, "Uh, Kit, cleaning it up is part of your punishment."

"He's a big boy. He can wash his own sheets," I retort.

"This isn't up for discussion," Kieth shakes his head.

"Fine," I groan.

"And you can't use the washing machine," Wyatt adds.

I let out a louder groan but understand why. This sucks but I have no one to blame but myself.... and Micah.