Chapter 9: Get Out

Kyle's POV:

After much thought, I decided to call the number on the card, but unfortunately, it was her office phone number, but I managed to convince her assistant, Stacey, to give me her personal phone number.

But it was just my bad luck that it wasn't reachable. I spent my whole time in the office thinking about the possibilities of it being her, and I concluded that I was obsessed with Alexis and the memories I have of her.

Maybe it was time I saw a therapist.

I took my phone and dialed her office. Stacey answered, and I convinced her to give me Macy's address.

I sighed as I approached the blue duplex and knocked on the door. It revealed Macy in her pajamas. Her face looked sick while she gaped at me standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here!" She said with a soft tone, but I'm sure that was supposed to be her yelling, "Can I come in?" I reply in a lower tone. She opened the door wider to let me through.

The inside was spacious and incredibly decorated with sofas, armchairs, and a loveseat. The walls were painted peach, and there were art pieces hung on every corner of the wall.

"Here," Macy said, offering me what seemed to be orange juice, which I accepted before taking a seat.

"Nice place," I commented, taking a sip of the juice.

"Thanks, now tell me, what are you doing here?" She asked and paused for a while. "Wait, how did you even find out where I live?"

"First, I tried calling you, but you weren't picking up, so I called your office, and I was directed here."

"I need to talk with..." She started but couldn't finish as she held her head.

"Are you okay?" I ask, walking to where she was standing. "Yeah, I'm ju—" was all she could say before falling into my arms.

"Macy!! Oh my god, Macy!!" I scream in shock and carry her to my car, and drove to the hospital.

I got to Meredith's medical center, and I rushed inside. They put her on a stretcher and take her inside. So many things were running through my mind. No wonder her face was pale.

I sat in the waiting room for what seemed like forever when in reality, it was only fifteen minutes since I bought her here. A doctor came out, and I rushed over to him.

"How is she? Is she fine? Does she need blood?" I asked frantically. He smiled, "Relax, she's fine. It was good poisoning. She must have been vomiting all day, and she didn't have energy."

"But she's fine now?"

"She is, but she's a little bit weak at the moment. But you can take her home after paying the bills."

I paid the bills and went into the room she was rushed into. She was awake but still lying down on the bed.

"Kyle.." She murmured, sitting up on the bed, and I rush over to her, "are you okay? Should I get the doctor?"

She smiled a little, "No, I'm fine. Why do you look so worried?"

I scoffed, "You almost died, and you're asking me why I'm worried?"

"I didn't almost die. It was food poisoning," she replied.

"Whatever. I should probably take you home," I offered, and she smiled.

"It's okay. You don't have to."

"I don't have to. I want to," I said sternly, and she got up to her feet.

"The doctor told you to rest," I snap at her, and she chuckles. "Oh really? So how am I supposed to walk?"

"Who said you have to?" I say to her and lift her into my arms while a gasp escaped from her lips, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you in my arms," I smirked. When we reached her house, I realized I didn't lock her front door.

"Jesus! You left my house opened?!" she yelled, clearly getting her strength back.

"Excuse me for thinking about you and taking you to the hospital and leaving the front door unlocked." I rolled my eyes. "What if a thief is waiting for me to be alone so he can rob me or worse," she said in a dramatic tone. "Is that your way of asking me to stay with you?" I raised my brow with a smirk. She became flushed, "What, no! I was just saying."

"Relax and have some rest. I will get you whatever I can find in your fridge," I told her, and she laughed, lying on the couch.

I walk to the fridge and find ice cream and coke, and orange juice. It's no wonder she was sick; there's nothing healthy here.

I take a glass off the counter and pour orange juice into it. I gave it to her and gave her some crackers that I also found. She kept making faces at me.

"Why couldn't you bring me ice cream!??" She complained, "I think the reason you were sick was that you don't eat anything healthy. There's no salad or fruit." I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever."

"Are you the only one that stays here?" I asked curiously.

She shakes her head, "Nah, I stay with my sister."

"Where is she right now?" I questioned. "At work," she said in a bored voice. "Let us watch a movie. Where's the remote?" I asked, looking around

"It's getting late. Shouldn't you be leaving?"

"Nope. I'm not leaving you alone till your sister gets here. Where's the remote?"

"There."

"So, what do you want to watch?"

"Coco!!"

"Okay, milady"

After watching Coco for almost an hour, the lock of the door click, and another familiar face comes in.

"Hey Le—" she stops when her eyes fall on me, and there is a mixture of surprise and anger.

"Hi, sis," Macy says, raising her head.

"Who is he?"

"Hi, I'm Ky—"

"I'm not talking to you, isn't it obvious?" She glares at me.

"Calm down, Soph" She tried to calm her sister, who clearly doesn't like me. "Get out!" Her sister screamed at me, and just so I don't get embarrassed further, I left.