So I have zero excuses to share about how long it took for me to get this actually written. I tried really hard to work on my repeating sentences and ideas, my short sentences, and my comma's. If you have any helpful ideas or even criticism I would love it, also if you can point me in the direction to anything I can read that would make me a better writer I would love it. So about this chapter, its super short and more of a filler than anything else but I just needed to write.
Sophie stood there for what felt like hours waiting for Michael to appear at the door; when he finally appeared he looked just the same, always well dressed, and composed but Sophie saw the split second look of confusion.
"Hey Mike, I can stick around a bit….." the man who answered the door said as if Sophie wasn't standing right there.
"No Sam, I will be fine" Michael said without taking his eyes off of Sophie. "Sophie please come in."
Sophie took a step in around the man she now knew was named Sam; Sophie immediately found a green duct taped chair and sat down feeling a huge sense of relief realizing that Fi wasn't there. Both Michael and Sam just stood in the door way of the loft, looking at Sophie they could both tell that something bad had happened to her and it infuriated Michael to really look at the darkening bruises on her face, the gash on her for head, and what was visible of her arm.
"Who the hell…..?" Sophie heard Sam attempt to whisper to Michael.
"She is Fi's little sister, the youngest of the clan, I will fill you in when I can." "We haven't seen her in years."
"Are you sure you don't want me to hang out for a bit?"
Michael took a bit to respond, he was mentally attempting to figure out who the hell could have beaten this girl up so badly "No Sam, It looks like her and I will need to chat." Michael had always felt like he was one of Sophie's older brothers, he was always watching out for the girl.
"Ok, well you know where I will be, let me know if you need help dealing with whoever did this" Sam said as he gestured toward Sophie.
"Hey Sam…." Michael started to say.
"Yeah Mike?"
"See if you can get a hold of Fiona."
"NO NO NO!" Sophie seemed to almost snap back to life from where she was sitting. "Well yes please find her just don't tell her I am hear not yet please please she is going to be really angry at me and she is going to just want to go blow someone up or something let me shower and clean up first please" Sophie was now pacing with visible tears starting to fall out of her eyes.
"Sophie she will be out of town for a couple more hours," he paused, "Can you fill us in now? What happened? You haven't been around for years…." You could hear the protective tension in Michael's voice.
"Not in front of him" she replied timidly "It's not that I don't trust you, I am sure you are trustworthy if my sister trust you but I, I, don't really want to share this with someone I don't know. Michael can tell you and I am sure my sister will not be able to keep her mouth shut but not right now." She spat out again it seemed like once the flood gates opened.
"Can I shower? And can you please help me bandage up? Please?" Sophie spouted without even waiting for the two men to respond to her previous statement.
"The bathroom is around the corner and Fiona has some clothing in one of the drawers."
"Thanks," she said as she wobbly walked away.
Both men stood in silence still in the door way, for a minute listening to Sophie moan in pain as she walked away, both not wanting to think about how much damage had really been done to her.
Sophie found a bathroom about double the size of the airplane bathroom, and all she could do was turn on the water and hope they couldn't hear her crying.
Buzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzzz, buzzzzzzzzzzzzz, Michael pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"Sam I need you to answer this, and please tell her I am at my moms."