Chapter 2: Chapter 2

A sigh leaves my mouth as I put the last dish away. mopping away the sweat on my brow, I lean down, resting my head on the counter. Goosebumps rise on my skin at the sensation of the cold stone of the counter. I let out a heavy breath, only just realizing the dry state of my throat. Lifting myself, I stalk to my office in the back of the shop, my feet heavy with each step. I close the door softly behind me, leaning on it for support. I Tiredly walk over to the mini-fridge and grab a bottle of water. Flipping it backwards, I sink down onto my seat by the desk, condensation from my bottle drips onto the seat between my legs, as I let out a breath of relief. Finally, off my feet, I let my head fall against the back of the chair, tresses of black hair fluttering around my face. I close my eyes, letting them rest for awhile. I crack my eyes open, bringing my gaze up to the clock on the wall opposite my desk. I take a deep breath letting it slip past my lips ruffling my hair, blowing it around before settling back to its original spot. Reluctantly getting up with an exasperated groan, I grab my coat slipping it over my shoulders letting it slide into place. I grab my keys from the small bowl on my desk, the cold steel of the keys meeting my warm hands. The jingle of the metal bounces around echoing through my ears. The door creaks open as I make my way out, walking towards the front of the shop. “HEY! Elliot, Myles! I'm leaving, lock up for me.” I yell at my two best friends, from the entrance of my bakery. “Will do boss. Get some rest you need it, ya look disgusting.” Elliot advised. “Yeah yeah. Ya know you really shouldn't tell your boss he looks disgusting, and just so you know I look gorgeous.” I huff. “Like you'd fire me and I'm only speaking the truth,” he says smugly. "This means I get to go home?.” Myles asks. “You know what. Elliot since you like talking back to your boss so much, how about you lock up by yourself.” I say matching his smug look. His face droops, a smirk appearing on mine “No, please. I'm sorry boss. Oh come on Ezra, bro don't do this to me.” he begs. “Come on Myles.” I smile at him. we make our way out the door with a whining Elliot close behind. I relish in the feel of the cool evening breeze dancing over my skin. “Elliot you'll be fine,” I tell him, continuing the way to my car. I feel a weird sense of dread creep up in my throat. I try to brush it off, reassuring myself that's it's nothing. My steps slow, my skin feels like it's burning. I feel so heavy. I double over in pain, hissing as I fight the pain, pushing my way towards my car. I gasp in shock as i feel a strong blow hit my side. My movements still, tears pricking the back of my eyes, as my body ignites in agony. A tear slips down my cheek. Anger scorches and claws at my insides at the thought of my soulmate feeling the full force of this pain. My emotions swirl like a storm inside of me. “no... no. I thought we were safe today.” Elliot curses under his breath. “Myles help me get him into the car,” his voice stern and focused, his teeth gritted in frustration. I grab my head trying to relieve the pain that's coursing through me. I grunt as immense pressure builds in my head. I mewl in pain, holding in the urge to scream in agony as every inch of me is scorched. The pain starts to dull as numbness takes over. My vision is a blur, my hearing a haze as I slip into darkness.