ok so this is picking up were Urge left off, if you havent read it yet please do for this to make sense. Sorry if the last chapter was confusing i wanted to do a flashback with the boys, if you like this and think i should continue drop me a review and im open to ideas :)
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-present Mia's pov-
There is something ironic about dying in a wedding dress. A wedding dress is a symbol of purity that would be lost and the start of a new life, taking a brand new name as your own. I wasn't getting married and yet I had experienced everything that the wedding dress symbolized; by dying I had taken a new name, I was now nameless and soon, very soon my purity would be gone.
It had felt like a goodnight of sleep; the kind where you don't even remember falling asleep, or how long you have been asleep. It was because of this I thought that perhaps the trauma at Coballa was nothing but a horrible vivid nightmare.
I waited patiently for the feeling to return to each part of me; first toes, legs, hips, torso, arms,… arms? My arm no longer felt cut up, no shards of glass felt as if they were stuck into my skin, I twitched my finger to gently scrape against my hip, soft fabric at my fingertips. I moaned softly turning my head from side to side as my eyes slowly opened and came into focus. I sat up quickly. My arm was healed as if it had never been touched, yet I remained in the wedding dress. My heart had stopped but I wasn't in the hospital. I ran a finger up and down my arm in amazement, to preoccupied by it to care where I was, or who's 19th century fainting-sofa I was on, in the dark. Instinct told me to check my pulse,…none was found, frantically I checked my neck for a pulse,… still nothing. What the hell was going on?
I checked for it again and again; I was always the one kid in school who could locate their pulse no problem. "No, no, no, no, no." I whispered in horror.
"Its fruitless sweetie. You have no pulse." A familiar voice rang from the corner of the room, hands tucked into his white slacks.
"Max?" I cried as he stepped into the moonlight of the window. "Where am I? Whats happened? Where is Flora and my family?" my mind raced with questions.
Max chuckled softly and turned so all I saw was his profile, moon glinting off his glasses. "I imagine they are out looking for you after your strange disappearance from the dressing room."
Then I remembered the small window in Caballa.
"I was kidnapped?" I asked. Max ignored me and went on talking.
"By tomorrow you will be just another face on a missing poster Mia." His voice had a manic, flat enjoyment to it that frightened me. "But I'm not missing." I thought. My eyes then adjusted to the darkness fully and I saw the door. I ran towards it, there was no way Max could catch me from his distance from me and the door, but with a speed unmatched he caught me by both wrists as I struggled against him.
"Let me go!" I scream as his nails dig into me. "I want to see my family!"
"Me and my boys,… we are your family now."
I tried to escape; beating against him as wildly as a caged bird, but something stopped me. His face! It was,…inhuman. Even in a room only lit by streaming moonlight I could see the contortion. Features becoming more angled, more sharp. His teeth,…no,…not teeth fangs! He had fangs! Yet those eyes are what struck the most fear into me; deep yellow eyes with underlying crimson, not bloodshot,… just pure, honest to god, solid crimson. He pushed me to the floor with a deep hiss arising from his throat. I rested on my hands terror-stricken and speechless. What was he? What did he want with me? Was he going to kill me?
His face returned to normal as he ran a hand through his hair. "Now. Mia, darling." He began throwing my standard denim wash-jacket on the floor before me. "You have two choices; you can come willingly with your mind at ease that your family will not be harmed or…"
He was threatening my family; my god! What could I do? There was no choice and Max knew it, he was playing coy with me knowing that I didn't dare play with my family's lives. I slipped my arms in my jackets and stood without a word; not knowing where the line was drawn between "willingly" or "unwillingly", or how fine that line was with him.
"That's my good girl." He commended as he led me towards the door. "Come."
As the night air tingled against my skin I looked over to the house next door,… my home. the lights were off,… they really were out looking for me. I heard Cooper barking at the front door and I turned to Max. "Let me say goodbye to him." I requested sternly.
Max was hesitant, looking from me, to the house, then to me again. "Very well. Make it fast Mia my dear, your brothers are waiting."
I scowled inwardly at him as I left him by his car. I ran up the walk way to my door and opened it crouching down. "Hey buddy." I cooed softly as little Cooper came into my arms, tiny paws on my shoulders as he licked my face.
He stopped and looked into my face with helpless, adoring brown eyes, his limp, scruffy tail wagging in glee of seeing me. Totally oblivious that I was leaving him behind,…maybe forever. It broke my heart! It broke my heart to think of what I was being forced to leave. Tears rained down my cheek as I grappled my puppy to me and buried my face into his soft fur. How sickeningly worried my friends and family must be. What if they didn't know how much I loved them or how much they meant to me? What if I never got to tell my dad I missed him? Or Cadence that I forgave him and that I was sorry? And what would become of my little fur-baby in my absence? What had I done? What sin had I committed that was so awful that karma had decided to deal me this blow? To rip me from all that I loved without logic or reasoning? Why? Why? Just, why?
I kissed Cooper on the ear and whispered. "Be a good boy for grandma and mom. I love you."
I then reached behind my head and pulled the scrunchy out my hair and placed it around his paw; as a sign to my mom and grandmother that there might yet be hope.
I put Cooper back in the house and he stared up at me, whimpering as if to ask why I was abandoning him. This only brought on a fresh wave of sobs and tears for me as I shut the door slowly and our closeness fell away.
For the third time in a month, my heart was shattered in Santa Carla. I wiped my tears gruffly with my sleeve and it was in that moment I vowed to myself; that whatever the frick Max was, whatever hell he had in store for me,… come hell or high water I WOULD be reunited with my family again, and I WOULD find my way back home somehow! In short and in secret,…I refused to be a Lost Girl!
