𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ° ° ° 𝑚. 𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑦

Chapter 2; Friendly Visit

I rushed down the slick stairs, which isn't the best idea. I slipped on the third to last step. My eyes closed, waiting for impact, anything. Nothing happens, I just felt warmth. Opening my eyes, I am met with Mike's eyes. His arm was loosely wrapped around my waist, my back against his chest and I leaned on his well built form.

Blushing a deep red, I looked away, composing myself and getting out of his grip. "So, so sorry!"

"Woman," he huffed, rolling his eyes as he walked towards some of the boxes.

Feeling hurt from his comment, I kept quiet, rushing to some other boxes and going through its contents. I couldn't help but steal glances of Mike, he seemed to catch on and sent me a smirk.

Averting my gaze, I felt my cheeks heat up once more, damn. I hear a scuttering sound, looking over I see a mouse, and screamed, jumping back into Mike. Instead of helping, he just laughed at me, not minding I was holding onto him for dear life. I hate mice, well, any thing that moves, bug, insect... Bees, spiders, mice.

Mike pushes me towards the stairs. I got the hint, running up them, hand on the railing. He's a good man, I can see it, but, it's like.... He's hiding something, something dark. Who is this Mike? What is this Mike...? Last of all, why am I such a scary cat?

"Mrs. Brooke I'm heading out to get groceries!" The only excuse I could come up with, running out the front door. Nearly slipping as I opened the car door, seeing the car keys in it.

3rd Person POV

Natalya sat in the car, catching her breath, processing everything that just happened. Mike, he was so... Warm. She felt as if she could sleep next to him and need nothing more. Just being near him gave warmth to everyone. As if he was a wild fire. A Heatwave.

Turning on the car, Natalya decided it was time to actually go get the groceries. With that many kids, and how many they get each day. She's supposed she hasn't needed to go to the store before this point in time.

She backed out of the driveway,driving down the road. One perk of living in a small town, traffic isn't normally very bad. Natalya could never understand how her mother can deal with Central City traffic. It would drive Natalya mad, let alone her own flesh and blood.

Pulling into the stores parking lot, she just sat there, staring off into space. Everything seemed to just blend together. Tears fogging over her vision. Old memories clouded her mind, times when her father slapped Natalya or her mother.

Using her sleeve, Natalya wiped the tears away, turning off the small car. "I'll be damned. That Mike guy, reminds me of my father," she spoke in a whisper, getting out. Staring up at the clear sky's, a smile replacing her sad expression. She couldn't think like that now, not anytime soon.

That man, that raised her was not her father, not after what he did to her. Not after he killed her baby brother. No after he hit her mother.

Not after he scarred Natalya forever, with a whip that forever showed on her back.

Not after he whipped a twelve year old girls back.

^^^

"I'm back Mrs. Brooke!" Natalya called, carrying grocery bags in her hands. Jenny is already gone, leaving Mike and herself to watch the kids once again. Mrs. Brooke may run the orphanage, but she never did anything for the children. Cooked food for them at most and maybe find them homes. That's all, and that's all she will ever do. Thus why the kids loved Natalya and Mike.

"What took you so long?" Mike walked behind Natalya as she set the bags down on the kitchen floor. Ready to put them away when he came along.

"Took my time, are the kids alright?" Her innocence was not an act. She may cuss at times, but she is small, innocent and sweet. Any dirty joke you make, she won't understand. Flirt with her, she will blush uncontrollably. This is probably why most guys try to take advantage of this small Russian woman.

"Just fine,"

"Good."

Awkward silence slid into the kitchen. The yelling and laughter if children only thing that was heard. "We should probably go check on them," her voice is fragile and soft. No one would ever think she would even mutter a curse word. She does, sometimes she screams them in Russian. It's not pretty for a young woman like her to do that, but she still does. Nothing stops her, except for cussing in front of the children.

Mike didn't respond to the brown orbed woman. Simply turned on his heel and walks towards the stairs, expecting her to follow. Of course she did, not to far behind she walks, trying to ignore her hormonal thoughts as much as possibly.

Mike for the other hand, he is thinking about how stupid his fake name is. Mick always suited him. Only to change his birth name for the time being while he's in hiding. He's a criminal! A criminal who plays with fire, has anger issues, and isn't afraid to kill, maim or rob. Mike is a pitiful name, still, it keeps him on low profile. The less attention he gets, the better. Thus why he took a pathetic job at an orphanage.

Walking up the stairs, the pair said nothing to each other. As if they were both trying their hardest to ignore each other. This isn't a healthy professional relationship. They did it anyway. They have to become comfortable with each other. If not, they can put one of the kids in serious danger. Same thing goes when you only have one worker. Good thing Mrs. Brooke hired Mick, if she hadn't, the kids would be on the street.

Natalya rushed past Mick when they got to the top of the stairs. She ran over to the kids play room, looking at them. She turns to see Mick behind her. "Keep an eye on them, I got to talk with some of the kids."

Mick hates taking orders from someone, despises it. For this, he has to take orders, to keep up his charade. At the end of this, he feels fire coming in the orphanages way. Lots of fire that could burn down forests. A fire caused preferable by a gun to make it easier. A heat gun that will come in a heatwave.

The screams of the children got louder and louder as he got closer to the playroom.

Let's the wars begin.

Adults Vs Children.

PLEASE EXCUSE ALL SPELLING AND GRAMMAR MISTAKES!