Partners In Crime

4 ~ A Close Call

"Lyra. Lyra!" Someone was shaking my shoulders, there fingers digging into my arm.

"Alex baby go back to sleep." I yawned.

"What?"

Spiralling down from sleep, my eyes snapped open to a face that certainly wasn't Alex.

Michael's smirk was wide across his face as he frowned down at me, confused.

"Stop!" I whined, trying to turn away from him in the car.

"Morning sleeping beauty." He joked, my hand clutching onto the seat in annoyance until I realised the car had stopped.

"Where are w-" I stopped as my eyes focused on a huge mall carpark that seemed to be swarming with people.

Is he insane! Well yes is the answer.

I gasped and ducked my head down grabbing onto Michael's arm, trying to pull him down with me. "People will see us!"

"Fuck off Lyra no one can see us." He scoffed, yanking his arm away before his body turned to fiddle with some thing in the back seat. I stayed as still as I could as his body pressed close to mine, his dark yet intoxicating scent filling my nose. "But to be sure...put this on."

Whatever he had thrown at me hit me directly in the face, my hands scrambling to grab it as it fell into my lap; fake teeth, sunglasses and a hat.

Turning to him confused, I couldn't help but laugh as I saw what Michael was putting on himself. He had fit a huge Afro wig on his head, fake teeth and blacked out sunglasses. "Are you joking?"

I stopped laughing as he turned to me, his face serious as he spoke. "Do I look like I'm laughing."

"I don't think you have ever laugh." I muttered to myself, turning away from him.

"What was that?"

"I'm not going in wearing this. And neither are you! I'm staying in the car." I snapped, hitting my hand against the dashboard of his car. He looked at me exasperated and then towards my hand.

"Bye then." He spoke quickly before opening the car door, slamming it in my face and walking away.

Fuck! Why is he so difficult?!

I groaned loudly before shoving on the absurd disguise, pushing my hood back over my head. I opened the car door and stepped into the cold air.

"Michael!" I whisper-shouted, my walk turning into a jog in order to catch up with his long ass legs speeding along the car park.

"Don't say my name in public are you stupid!" He hissed grabbing my arm and pulling me flush to his side causing me to stumble and almost trip over.

"You don't leave my side, you don't say a word and you keep your head down. Do you understand me?" He questioned sternly, his finger pointing in my face.

"Yes whatever...fuck." I spat as yet again he spoke to me like a child.

I wouldn't admit to him that in this moment I felt safer by his side but that still didn't mean he could treat me like shit.

Much to his protest, I basically clung to him the whole time we were inside. Michael insisted I carried the shopping cart as he brought groceries and whatever the fuck else men needed alongside some sanitary products for myself. My paranoia seemed to heighten as the day went on, even the smallest glance from someone put me on edge.

"Right stop grabbing my arm." Michael snapped me out of my thoughts as he gestured down to my hand. Disgusted, I pulled it away earning a heavy sigh. "Do you want to get new clothes, I'm guessing you can't wear those forever."