Page 4 of Taking Control
And I am going to take him down doing it.
“Now,” Mr Collinson continues. “Seeing as you were working on a project with Michael and Tyler, I have made arrangements for you to solely be based in the small project room for the foreseeable future. I don’t expect you to take phone calls or deal with complaints. Just focus on the project, and if you find it too much then please, let me know.”
“She won’t need to, she has me to look after her,” Michael says shooting me a look that suggests that I don’t argue with him.
I nod my head and smile as I wonder how the hell I am going to begin the process of separating myself from him.
Chapter Four
Ties are severed
Walking back into the main office, my eyes connect with Kim’s, and boy does she look pissed off. I gulp and try to wrangle my hand free, but Michael doesn’t let me go. Instead, he pulls me closer, drawing me into his side, and leans his head down to whisper, “Don’t even think about it.”
“I wasn’t thinking anything, Michael,” I say, but it sounds pathetic and he knows that I’m lying.
Fuck’s sake, Lucy, don’t let him in.
Don’t let him see past the walls that you’ve been building.
Michael arches one eyebrow at me, waiting for me to come clean.
With a sigh, I say what he wants to hear. “Okay, I thought that I could just say hello.” My voice is small and quiet, just how he likes it.
He can sense the fear building within me at being caught out.
I push the fear back down.
He doesn’t get to do that.
He doesn’t get to take satisfaction in the fact that he scares me.
I’d been doing so well, so why am I starting to back track on all of the ties that I had secretly severed?
Michael’s evil smile breaks out on his face, and his eyes flash with the look of the devil that lives inside him. I should know, I’ve seen it enough. It hasn’t been out to play for a while though, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Michael is looking for an excuse to unleash hell on me. But then, he’s never needed an excuse, so I doubt it.
“Well, if it’s just hello you want to say, then you can say it in front of me,” he says as he marches us over to Kim’s desk, his hand on my nape, holding it tightly. To anyone else, it simply looks like he is holding me affectionately. He’s a fucking good actor. “Just remember that I can get to your friends if I need to, Lucy. I can make them suffer too,” he whispers, and chills sweep down my spine.
He’s fully aware of my suffering, and he’s prepared to unleash that on the people I love the most.
I won’t let him.
They mean too much to me.
But his words leave me feeling colder than ever.
Kim watches us as we approach, and I fight to keep my face from showing her everything that I am feeling.
When we get to the edge of her desk, she leans back and folds her arms across her chest.
“Kim,” Michael says with a nod of his head. She ignores him.
“Hi, Kim,” I say quietly, feeling ridiculously awkward around the woman that is my best friend. Or should I say was my best friend?
Kim looks me up and down before speaking.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” she says, directing her comment at me. I laugh nervously, praying that she doesn’t say anything to set Michael off.
“Uh… Yeah… Sorry I haven’t been in touch,” I mumble, wishing that I hadn’t bothered to come over here.
