Mia’s pov
I stared at the images flickering across the television, not following what was currently happening on it because my mind had been wondering around for a while now. I let out a small sigh and shifted around in my seat, feet curling beneath my weight of the couch.
I remained in that position before letting out an exparated huff as I reached for the remote and switched off the television at once, finally plunging myself into a quiet sitting room.
A few moments after doing that, I proceeded to switch it back on, because the quiet noises coming from the television was better than the sitting room being completely silent.
A lot of thing has been on my mind and even though the noises from the television was making my focus wane, it was still better than the sitting room being completely silent.
I regarded my phone which I had been rubbing my thumbs against, atop my thighs.
After I figured my way around the phone with the help of the internet, the first thing I did was to try to find my sister. As I searched for her, I kept silently praying that I’d be able to come across her. Despite the fact that she betrayed me didn’t matter to me any longer, because I know that deep down, she’d still care for me with her entire heart.
My twin is a huge part of me, she was the other part of me entire existence as we grew up together. Living life everyday without her presence was starting to get really depressing now that the intense feeling of pain and betrayal had began to ebb away.
I pursed my lips while scrolling through my phone once again. Life on the internet seemed so alive and beautiful, it’s a far cry of the life I’m currently living right now.
Living everyday withou having anyone to share any sort of emotional connection is starting to get extremely depressing at this point.
Sure, Lorenzo is yet to kill me, which is something to rejoice about, but he had indicated that it was going to happy soon, and of course, I wouldn’t put it past him to not be bluffing about that.
Living everyday in fear while wondering when my last day on earth would be, wasn’t how I had imagined how my life was going to be after I get married to Mr. Romero.
For now that I’m still being kept alive, I still hate how my life is become sleeping and waking up without any kind of goal except to hope to not get killed, wasn’t a life I wasn’t sure I’d be able to carry on for a long while.
Lorenzo already said he wasn’t crafting a plan and wasn’t going to be killing ne yeti, but until when?
The last time I saw him was two days ago. He didn’t travel or anything, but we never crossed parts. Each time I overhear him walking through the hallway upstairs, I always tense up while hoping he doesn’t come into my bedroom, and also wishing he’d actually come in. Each time I come down into the kitchen once he left, his strong, intoxicating cologne is what I’d be greeted with.
That particular last time we went out together, to that golf court is probably the reason why he hasn’t bothered me at all.
After he had rescued me from the hungry claws of someone in his mafia who had snitched on him, he crowded me against the wall and went all caveman on me, which had made me feel extremely dizzy at once the more his grips tightened on my limbs. And when he sucked a mark into my throat, it felt like my world whited out for a few long seconds.
When he had finally released me, I had felt breathless, like I had just ran a long marathon, and glancing up at him in the next moment hadn’t helped at all because an unreadable look filled up his eyes which he kept raking over my entire body as I slowly turned away from him, heading back to the game, which had carried on at once, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
Not knowing what to do now that my work there was over and not knowing where to stand at, which made me hang back while subtly following every of Lorenzo’s hand movements with my eyes. When Lorenzo and I headed home from the club, Lorenzo had placed his hand on my bare thigh – thanks to the ridiculously short tennis skirt, I hadn’t remembered to breathe during those first few moments.
After he had dropped me off that none, he had zoomed off at once, leaving me to my confused, messy thoughts.
I let my phone drop to the side atop the couch and silently contemplated running away again. Since Maeve had been able to do it, nothing should really prevent me from being able to do it.
Although as that line of thought went through my head, I instantly recollected the last time I attempted to run away, after jumping out of a window. The warning which he gave me that night still sounded so clear in my head right now and I wrapped my hands around myself while stifling an horrified shudder.
Okay, maybe attempting to run away for now fron Lorenzo, or ever, is out of the question and off the table for the time being.
I let out a long exhale and pushed myself off the couch, fingers massaging my shoulders as I began to walk towards the kitchen, wanting to go grab a drink for myself,
I was almost entering the kitchen when the sound of a door opening made me halt at once before hastily whipping around.
My eyes settled on Lorenzo and at once, I felt myself flinching from how intense his scowl looked on his face right now, like it was literally carved into his face.
What caught my eyes next, made my eyes widened in shock.
Blood.
So much blood.