Page 109 of Micah
I hug my arms around myself.
God.
Tonight really happened.
Those men were real.
My brother’s fuck up?
Also real.
Shit.
An image of that awful man grabbing me flits through my brain.
What a creep.
Calling me names...
Touching me...
My eyes squeeze shut.
Then another memory pushes its way in—a better one.
Micah.
Coming to my rescue.
Kicking the back door open like a force of nature.
Those icy blue eyes locking on me.
The way he'd crossed the room in seconds.
The certainty in every movement.
The way he'd looked afterward.
Not proud.
Not angry.
Just concerned.
Worried.
About me.
A watery laugh escapes before I can stop it.
I can’t believe he actually thought I might be scared of him.
Of all the ridiculous things.
If only he knew.
If only he had the faintest idea what I really felt every time I looked at him.
