Kalopsia || Sequel to Cleisiophobia

59 ~ Micah. (PART ONE)

Micah. (PART ONE)

~Ariel's POV~

It has been almost twenty-four hours since Michael put Jamie in the basement with some guards. Michael hasn't left my side. He made me go downstairs maybe three or four hours of staying in our room watching the television to explain to the guys for my actions and behavior.

They apologized. And so did I, of course. Even though they didn't mean to do what they did, and make me feel the way I had, they still apologized. I love them, and I forgave them, of course, but I still feel guilty.

A few of them admitted to being fooled by her looks and flirty personality (which of course was all an act. One hundred percent fake.) and some of the guys admitted to being skeptical and uneasy around her.

T-Bag straight up told everyone that he hated her freaking guts since the moment she stepped foot in here, which is really unusual for him because he is usually the one to flirt with the women. Westmoreland didn't speak, but everyone sort of knew that he didn't care for her, either.

We are all sitting in the living room, some football game playing, almost everyone watching it, even myself. It is mostly on so we have something to distract us from the awkward tension in the room.

Michael is glued to my side, on my left with his arm over my shoulders. He apologized so many times when we got into our room. For everything, for his attitude, his distance, bringing another female in without consulting me first.

West is to my right, with T-Bag on the other side of him. T is concentrated on the football game, whereas Westmoreland is reading silently, occasionally glancing at me and giving me a small, warm smile.

Sucre is in between my legs, on the floor, with his back against the couch. Tweener is lounging in one of the chairs, a bowl of chips on his stomach while he stares intently at the screen of the television.

Abruzzi and C-Note are arguing, Abruzzi in a chair and C-Note slouched on a love seat couch to our left. Their bickering is playful and quiet, so we don't stop them. Lincoln is sitting in his own chair, staring at a picture of his son, LJ.

The words slip from my mouth before I can stop them, "Linc, when can we get LJ?"

Lincoln's head shoots up, staring at me with so much shock that I think he is gonna turn into that painting, The Scream. I can feel the stares of almost everyone, besides Sucre, who isn't interested, and Tweener, who is too engrossed in the football game.

"When can we what?" Linc mumbles, his head moving forward slightly, as if he can't hear me correctly due to our distance.

I blush, "When can we get LJ? We can get him, right? Wouldn't you like that? Can we, Michael?" I mumble, looking up at Michael for my last question. Michael blinks once or twice before clearing his throat.

"Yeah, I can get a few men to go get him, but he'll be reported as missing." Mike decides.

Lincoln's eyes light up like a kid on Christmas, and I guess he can't help himself, because he jumps up (scaring Tweener in the process) and sweeps me up, spinning me around and squeezing the daylight out of me.

I laugh the entire time, and I can only seem to laugh more when Lincoln sets me down and tries to hug Michael. Michael gives him the ugliest look he can muster, and Lincoln chuckles a bit, shrugging.

"Thank you, Mike. Really, this means a lot. But I want to go with them. I need to be with my boy." Lincoln pleas, staring at Michael with the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes I've ever seen.

I turn toward Michael also, giving my best puppy dog eyes too. Mike immediately looks away from me, so I climb onto his lap and bring his face to mine, forcing him to stare into my eyes. He squeezes his eyes closed before letting out a heavy breath.

"Fine! Fine. Lincoln can go with them." Mike says defeatedly.

Me and Lincoln jump up and cheer. The guys laugh at us and Sucre shouts at us for almost stepping on him. Tweener shouts something incoherent and throws chips at us, grinning as well. 

I look around, my smile hurting my cheeks, and my stomach cramped from laughing, and I can't help but smile even more. I've never felt so at home.

((A/N- first chapter, whoop whoop!!))

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