Unity: A Mithzan x Reader

Chapter 6: My Wallet...

For everyone who is impatient and wants the good stuff... DRAMA BEGINS HERE. 

W/Y/L=Where you live

My attention moves to the outside scenery as we write the story. I slouch down in my chair and absent-mindedly stare at cars in the parking lot. Mine, being red, stands out from the others. A man walks into the lot...

"What the hell?" I shout, slowly getting up from the chair as I let the scene before my eyes process. When it truly crosses my mind that the man was stealing my car, blood rushes out of my head as I get up with full speed. I grab my coat and being speed-walking in the direction of the exit.

"Y/N what's going on?" Adam asks and everybody in the room turns their head in my direction.

"Someone's stealing my car."

He, Max and Michael follow behind me as I rush down the stairs. Blackness starts to surround the outsides of my eyes but the adrenaline ignores it. Another thought crosses my mind, and even if it's unlikely, I had to check. As we run toward the end of the parking lot to where my car's parked, I rummage through my purse.

"Hey!" Adam shouts as they run toward the criminal. I stop in the middle of my tracks.

"Oh my God."

"We'll find him, Y/N..." Michael says but trails off.

"Hang on," I say, out of breath. My hearing was completely muffled. I was going to sit down but it was too late. The car drove off. I scream.

"My wallet, oh my God..." My knees buckle and the blackness around my eyes fills my entire vision.

Max's POV:

"Whoa, guys..." I yell as Y/N loses her balance. It seemed like everything around me was in slow motion as I run over to catch her. She fainted in my arms. "Get help!"

Michael calls the police. "It's a red Lexus GS 350. We're in Bellevue. We think it went down NE 8th St. Yep. Alright. Thanks."

"What did they say?" Adam asks.

"They're sending people to look for it right now. They're also coming to ask us questions about the car and figure out the motive and where he might go next."

I look up worriedly from Y/N's unconscious body.

"Whoa, what happened?" Adam walks over and looks at me with a bemused expression.

"She was going to sit down but couldn't get the blood back to her head in time," I pick her up and sit on the bench, laying her head in my lap. "We have to find that car fast. I think she left her wallet in there. And what are we going to do about her? Get her to the hospital?" I was beginning to sound angry. But why?

"The police are on their way right now. She'll wake up soon, it'll be fine. And, plus, how do you know she doesn't have her wallet with her?" Michael said.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because she couldn't find it in her purse and fainted after that?" I was getting more and more angry at them. They were acting like it would all be fine. 'She'll wake up soon... she probably has it with her and just couldn't find it...' It's not okay. "This is really serious, guys. We have to at least get her inside where it isn't freezing."

"Calm down, Max. Why are you so protective all of a sudden? We are perfectly aware that this is a serious matter but at least we're not flipping out about it. Fine, I'll carry her." Adam says, gesturing for him to help.

"I got it," I say, for some reason not wanting to let go. We carry her inside.

Y/N's POV:

My eyes flutter open. I find myself on the lap of none other than Max, my head resting on the side of the couch, and hear the muffled conversation between Adam and the cops. I notice that Max's jacket is draped over my shoulders.

"People don't just break into cars here. It's so insanely unusual..." I hear him say, but can't make out the other words.

"You're awake," Max says with a hopeful smile. I was comforted by the warmth of his body and felt safe.

I smile back. "Yeah."

I sit up quickly once the situation really begins to sink in. "Oh my God."

"Hey, hey. Easy." He supports my back with one arm and lifts me off his lap with another. "It's gonna be okay."

"No, it's not gonna be okay. It's not okay. This situation is everything but okay."

"We'll figure it out," Max says with a quiet, calm tone.

"My clothes were in there, my jewelry, my camera, my editing equipment... I was planning to stay here so I brought a lot of stuff," I say, on the verge of tears.

"We'll find your things. He couldn't have gotten far."

"My wallet was in there! That means he has my driver's license, all of my credit cards, he knows where I live and Brit's not home so he can just waltz up to the front door, break in and disarm the alarm because I have the memory of a goldfish and wrote the code on a piece of paper... in... my... wallet," I choke up.

"Hey. Come here," He embraces me and I break into a sob on his shoulder. "You're okay. It's okay."

"Ma'm," one of the cops says and I turn around, wiping my tears, trying to pull myself together. "People from our team are searching for it right now, but you have to answer some questions, okay?"

I nod.

"Was there anything in the car? Any clothes...?"

"Yeah. There was some, uh... yeah. Clothing, s-some—some jewelry, expensive equipment..." I say, not being able to articulate correctly.

"Then everyone should check online, you know, at places like Craigslist, to see if a bunch of stuff is suddenly listed. We heard your wallet was in there, too? Is that correct and are you sure?" The policeman said.

"Yeah, uh... I left it in there which I never do..." I look down at my fingers which are fumbling around each other to hide the fact that I'm shaking so much. "Ugh. I'm so mad at myself," I place my head in my hands. Max puts a supporting hand on my back and massages me gently.

"It's not your fault—these things happen. Where is your home?"

"It's in W/Y/L. I was planning on staying at a hotel, but..."

"Then we have plenty of time to get there before the thief does and prevent any payments from your credit card. It's going to be okay, ma'm." He smiles at me. "One last thing... in an area like this and in a crowded parking lot... things like stolen cars don't happen that often. That most likely means it was someone you knew—a family member, friend, colleague—who had a motive to hurt you. I don't mean this in any way offensive, but is there someone in mind?"

"No, I... I don't think so. I mean, well, my ex-boyfriend who I dumped not long ago, but... He would never do something like that." Max stopped touching my back and tensed up. Could he...?

YEEET! Bring on the angst!