Twisted Souls || Michael Langdon

Chapter Fifteen: The War

-Michael's POV-

"Maybe you should listen to her voicemail, hear her side of things." Ms. Mead said in a soft tone as she gathered our plates. Remnants of our grilled cheese sandwiches were scattered on the ceramic dishes and I waved my hand around, magically making them clean.

Ms. Mead turned to smile gratefully at me.

"No, if she wants to go and kiss other guys, that's fine with me. I don't need her to explain herself. Her actions told me everything." I grumbled, while putting on my red leather gloves.

"Michael, try to understand where she's coming from. You two being in a relationship is a risk. What you two are already doing is dangerous." She chided. "You can't expect her to jump in your arms all of a sudden. She needs to think things through, know her options, and find out what's right for her."

Sighing, I whipped out my phone and stared at the notification that signified Estella's voicemail that she sent an hour ago. Rage flushed through me when I remembered her memories playing through her head, the image of her and David locking lips vivid in my own mind. With a swipe of my finger, I deleted the voicemail.

Without another word to Ms. Mead, I sauntered to my room, slamming the door shut. I clenched my eyes shut with frustration as I collapsed on my bed. Every cell in my body yearned to be with Estella, to feel her warm skin beneath my touch, green eyes gazing up at me with their vibrant light. Yet, another part of me, the darker, unforgiving side, commanded me to stay where I am and to harbor the anger I had for her. It dominated every rational thought I had.

Hello, son.

A deep, ominous voice encroached into my mind and I shot up from my bed. All at once, the candles in my room shot up in flames before withering down to a safer height. 

"Hello, father." I spoke loudly.

You shouldn't be here. You need to find the girl.

"Estella?" My gloved hand ran through my hair as I tried to control my rising temper. "I don't want to see her."

This isn't about what you want, boy. This is about what you have to do.

"There's no point in going after her and continuing what we had when she clearly won't entrust herself to me." I explained, standing up.

You and I both know that there is a part of you that cares for her. Use that side of you to get over your stubbornness and find her. Unless you want me to go after her myself.

"No!" The word shot out of my mouth in a defensive tone, my voice deep and menacing. My father chuckled at my protectiveness. "I can handle her. I don't need you stepping in."

Good. Then you better hurry up and find her.

With that, his presence left the room and I sighed, happy with his departure. I knew I couldn't disobey him, not when he has never abandoned me and continued to give me so much more than what I deserved.

I had to find Estella. Not just for me, but for him.

"Ms. Mead, I'm going to go talk to her." Ms. Mead turned to face me with a sweet smile on her face, eyes gleaming with joy.

"Take all the time that you need, Michael." I gave her a warm hug before taking a step back and closing my eyes. Images flitted through my mind as I tried to imagine Estella's apartment, hoping she would be there.

A small gust of wind spiraled up my body and I opened my eyes, taking in the familiar view of the dark haired girl's living room.

"Estella? Estella, are you in here?" I called out, her name coming off my tongue with concern laced through it. Even I was surprised by the tender tone I had put on. "We need to talk."