Inside the underground garage, Clyde stepped out of the car, his expression dark and unreadable. Meanwhile, Micah was in a daze, too stunned by the way Clyde had sped the whole way.
So when Clyde yanked open the door and leaned over him, Micah reacted a beat too late.
Clyde unfastened Micah's seatbelt in a swift motion and grabbed him by the waist, pulling him out of the car.
"Whoa… hey!" Micah yelped.
But Clyde didn't stop there. He lifted Micah clean off the ground and tossed him roughly over his shoulder.
Micah's breath got stuck in his throat, then anger shot straight through his head. "What are you doing? You son of a bitch! Put me down!"
He yelled, smacking Clyde's back repeatedly and kicking his legs wildly.
His protest only darkened Clyde's mood further. He brought his hand down sharply on Micah's bottom.
Smack.
The sound echoed painfully in the garage.
Micah froze.
His mind went blank for two full seconds. His face turned completely red.
