Chapter Eleven
Sam
Hours. It’s been hours since she came to me. She’s asleep, naked and spent over my chest in the dark. I can’t sleep. I have missed her so much that right now in the silence, holding her and feeling her heartbeat against my skin is the most peace I have felt in over a decade.
I swore we were done, that there was no hope left when I left her place earlier. I was ready to walk away from her. Self-preservation was all I had left. But she came to me and there was no way I would say goodbye to her now.
I accept whatever hits come my way for this happiness. Whatever fate throws my way, I accept it. She is worth losing everything.
My phone was put on silent, but in the dark I see the light fill the room from my night table. Trying not to disturb her I reach for it and see Cal’s name on my screen. The clock says it’s almost four in the morning, so I answer immediately.
“Hey?” I answer, my voice low.
“Hey Sam, sorry for calling so early. Any chance you’ve seen or heard from Mya?”
“Yeah, she’s asleep beside me.” I hear him sigh with relief.
“Thank God. Get her up man. Her studio was broken into and all trashed. We have been trying to reach her for a few hours.”
I nudge her immediately and tell Cal to hold on while she wakes up.
“Butterfly get up. Cal needs you to get to your studio. There was a break in.”
She jackknifes up in the bed immediately and looks around for the phone. “Here.” I say and hand her it as I get up and start getting dressed. She gets the details from Cal and tells him we are on our way.
“Fuck! I hope it isn’t too damaged.” She cries. I pull her to my chest and kiss the top of her head.
“Pet, no one was hurt. Everything else is fixable.” I refuse to even entertain the thought of her being there when it happened.
“I know, I know.” She looks at me, big tears in her eyes. “I worked really hard for my studio ya know?” She sniffles and swipes her fingers under her eyes. “Ugh, it sucks. Lets just get there so I stop freaking myself out.”
I nod and grab my hat off the rack by my front door as we make our way to my truck. The twenty-minute drive was spent with Mya calling her insurance agency. Once we get to ‘A Step Up’ I spot Cal and that shit eater Micha waiting on us.
I hear her groan and try not to chuckle.
“Fuck, I wasn’t ready to deal with him and a break-in.”
I squeeze her hand and kiss her knuckles. “He will survive Pet. I got your back.”
She smiles sweetly at me and I lean over the console to kiss her once more. “Trust me, it will be fine.”
“I love you. Thank you for coming with me.” She says and I wish like fuck that clown heard it.
“You too. Let’s head in.”
I take her hand in mine and guide us towards the cops and Cal…and sweet little Micha.
Mya
I walk with the officers over every square inch of my studio. Nothing was taken, not even the retail I sale. All the mirrors were broken, some shattered, some cracked. All the rails were broken in half. Every inch of my dream was shattered and all I could do was cry.
“My, we will find the little fuckers who did this, and they will fix it, every fucking piece of glass.” My brother says as he hugs me and eyeballs the detective. Cal likes to puff his chest when anything goes wrong. His first response is to throw money at it until he has an answer.
“Miss Dorian, I think it was vandals. Most likely some teens in the neighborhood trying to get cool points. We have dusted for fingerprints, but this is a dance studio that has people in and out all day. I hate to say it’s a lost cause because we will do what we can. I am just afraid we will find dead ends.”
“Bullsh-“ I cut Cal off before he fights with this detective.
“What am I supposed to do?” I look around and a hopeless feeling settles in.
