Fallen

Chapter 17

Sang's P.O.V.

        "Michael," I seethe into the phone. "You better call me back."

        I put the phone away angrily and pace around for a few minutes. It's not like him to not answer me right away. Michael being there might not have been a big deal, but then why would he not tell me?

I might just kill him, that's how angry I am.

     Just as I'm about to go hunt him down myself, my phone begins to buzz. I see that it's Michael and immediately answer.

"You wanted to speak to me, Sang?," Michael says, sounding cool as a fucking cucumber.

I grit my teeth together. I don't want to give away everything on the phone, so he doesn't have the time to come up with an excuse. "Yeah. Where are you right now? We need to talk."

       "Okay. Where are you right now? I can come meet you."

He dodged my question about where he's been. And I'm certainly not telling him I'm at the factory.

"Meet me at the bar in about thirty minutes," I tell him. After this conversation, I know I'm going to need a drink. Or ten.

         "Why do you suddenly want to meet up?," he asks.

It takes everything in me not to scream at him over the phone. I need to see his face when I confront him so he can't lie to me.

"We'll talk about it when we get there. I don't want to discuss this over the phone."

          "Fair enough," he coughs. "I'll see you soon, then."

        I hang up without another word. I don't have time to waste.

         I basically have to sprint home to get my car and then drive to the bar. Even then, I'm still a few minutes early so I just wait for Michael to show up. Five minutes turn to fifteen and then to thirty.

Michael is all about punctuality, so I'm not sure why he's late, but either way I'm not happy about it. I call him and it goes straight to voicemail.

Just as I'm about to drive off, a car pulls up beside me and I see that it's Michael as he gets out. I slam my door as I get out of my own car and go around to confront him.

If I could get into his head, I would knock him on his ass so quick.

        "Alright," he says. "You practically ordered me to come here. What's up?"

           I can't help but laugh, that's how mad I am. "You were right about our training helping bringing my memories back. Care to explain why you were at the factory after I was attacked? Or why you failed to ever mention that?"

         He looks surprised. I can tell he wasn't expecting me to say that, but I can't make sense of it quite yet. Is it because he's caught or because he has no clue what I'm talking about?

      He stares blankly at me for a moment and then moves closer. "Wait a second. Tell me exactly what you saw and how it happened."

      So I tell him everything that happened at the factory and try to see how he reacts to this new information.

       "I was at the factory where I was attacked, trying to see if it would help me remember anything. And then I touched something and I relived the first few minutes after in excruciating detail," I shiver at the memory. "I experienced the same pain and then I met Henry. I've had no issues remembering that memory, but this time, I saw you there standing in the middle of the factory."