Capture My Heart

The kiss

Monday morning came and I entered the house to yelling. What in the world?

"How could you do this?! I have given years to you and you turn around and stab me in the back?!"

"I warned you! Did you think in was blind?! How long?!"

"How long what?!"

"How long have you been stealing from me?!"

"I resent that fact!"

Oh my god. Davis and Mr. Thompson were arguing.

"You resent it! You have been taking from me! From her! And it stops now! Rules?! I don't give a flying fuck about rules! And I loath stealing! Your fired! Now get out of my house!"

I heard doors slam and jumped at it.

Davis came storming out. He glared at me, "you think this is over? Think again." With that he left. I stood there shocked. Did he just threaten me?

I removed my coat and walked quickly to Mr. Thompson's door. I sipped my hands on my pant legs and then knocked.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Thompson are you okay?"

"Yes Sera."

"Do you need anything?"

"No thank you."

"Okay. I'll be making you breakfast if you need anything."

"That's fine."

I turned and made my way into the kitchen. As I prepared food, thoughts swirled in my mind about everything. The arguing, what Davis said to me before he left and that kiss.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear someone come in.

"Sera."

I jumped after being startled and dropped the bowl in my hand causing the contents to splatter everywhere. I placed my hand on my forehead.

"I didn't mean to startle you."

I looked at him, "sorry. I've been a little preoccupied." I started cleaning up and C came over and helped me. "I came in to hear Mr. Thompson and Davis arguing this morning."

"Oh you heard that?" He brows raised in surprise.

"I think the whole street heard it," I smiled.

"Yeah it was pretty crazy."

We finished cleaning up the mess. I grabbed some clean dishes and started making breakfast again. He took a seat at the counter.

"So, did he really fire Davis?

"Yes. Why?"

"It's just that he said something to me on his way out."

"What did he say?"

"Something like this isn't over. What ever that's suppose to mean," I shrugged.

I could see C tense.

"Something wrong?" I looked at him with concern.

He instantly relaxed, "no nothing."

"Is he always like this?"

"Who?"

"Davis."

"Davis thinks he owns Mr. Thompson and do whatever the hell he wants," he spoke through gritted teeth.

I looked at him wide eye.

"Sorry, it's just I barely tolerate the man myself."

That was my cue to drop the subject of Davis. If Mr. Thompson was angry and C was becoming tense at the mention of his name, it couldn't be good.