*** Italics - Flashback
***Regular Print - present
Take Care
It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to
Can't deny that I want you but I'll lie if I have to
Cause you don't say you love me to your friends when they ask you
Even though we both know that you do...you do
One time been in love one time
You and all your girls in the club one time
All so convinced that you're following your heart
Cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes
We all have our nights, though, don't be so ashamed
I've had mine, you've had yours, we both know.. we know
You hate being alone well you ain't the only one
You hate the fact that you bought the dream and they sold you one
You love your friends, but somebody should've told you some
To save you
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you
I've loved and I've lost
—« • »—
Roman picked up an empty bottle of liquor from his bed side table and threw it at the wall opposite of his bed.
Mirána sat on the bed, her hands folded in her lap as tears rolled down her face.
Roman was too angry to cry. Too hurt to even speak.
All he did was grab Mirána's chin and force her to look at him.
—« • »—
Roman and Peter approached the gates of the old mill and Peter scoffed.
"How does it feel to have your name on everything?" He asked Roman.
"Like a fucking pimp." Roman replied honestly as they came to a stop.
"Is there somewhere out back we can park this? You know..." Peter looked around.
"Nobody gives a shit what happens out here." Roman replied blankly.
"Except us, right?" Peter asked as they got out.
Roman stepped to the gate and unlocked it, stepping in.
"Cool." Peter commented sarcastically.
They walked into the old building and Peter looked around.
"You ever seen this place when it was running?" He asked Roman.
"My old man shut it down before I was born," Roman replied as they made their way deeper into the mill. "Lots of people died here. Workers and shit."
They got to the main part, a large open area with a high ceiling that had water leaking heavily onto the concrete flooring, forming a large puddle of water.
"How's Mira?" Peter asked him and Roman avoided the question.
"You know when you close your ears sometimes the sound of your heart is like a little man walking through the snow?"
"Yep." Peter took the hint that he didn't want to talk about her.
"Hey What was that big structure outside?" He asked Roman next.
"It's the Bessemer converter. At one point it made pig iron into money. They continue walking for a few moments. "Do you have any idea what we might be looking for?"
"Uh drivers license, social security card, dream journal." Peter suggested.
"This is a joke." Roman added. "Left or right?" he asked as they came to a fork. Peter looked both ways before replying.
"I don't know. Let's split up. I'll go this way". They headed in opposite directions and Roman's phone dinged.
He looked to see it was a test from Mirána.
"I'm gonna head out, I'll be back soon." She said.
Roman immediately started typing at lighting speed.
"Hell no. Just wait for me to get back and I'll come with you." He hit send and she replied quickly.
"Roman." He could see her scowling down at her phone and he rolled his eyes.
"Don't argue with me, Mira."
"I need to go see someone it's important."
"They can come over to the house. I'm not risking you getting hurt." He sent it and she looked at her phone and sighed.
"Fine." She sent back and sighed. With that, she dialed Alec's number.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey," she looked at herself in the mirror. "Are you busy?"
"No, why?" He asked her.
"I need to talk to you. Can you come over?"
—« • »—
Roman looked Mirána in the eyes and took quick, angry breaths.
"What'd you do with him?" He asked her in a demonic growl.
She shook her head and rubbed her lips together.
"I can't tell you," She spoke hoarsely and he rolled his jaw.
"You sleep with him?" He raised his brows and she shook her head.
"No," she told him quietly but avoided looking at him.
"Mirána, look at me." He ordered and she hesitantly looked up at him. "Did you fuck him?"
He didn't know what else to think they did when she was wearing the other boy's shirt instead of her own.
She looked at him and started crying again.
Roman knew then what she'd done.
"You fucked him?!" He screamed and she buried her face in her hands. "You fucked the bastard that fucked—"
"He didn't know what he was doing, she was controlling him!" She argued.
"You said you were fucking over him!" Roman threw his arms up and started pacing.
"Because I thought I was!" She sat on her knees, brushing her tangled hair from her face.
"Oh, fuck, right." He scoffed.
"You think I planned for this to happen, Roman? Huh?! You think I planned for him to fucking come over so we could screw around?!"
"Why the fuck did you tell him to come over?! What fucking business do you have fucking talking to him?!"
"He is my first love, Roman. I don't know if you've ever had one, but their pretty fucking hard to let go of!"
"No, no, no. He was your first love." Roman pointed a finger at her.
"What the fuck does that mean?!" She felt a fire burn through her.
"It means you're not fucking seeing him again!" Roman yelled back.
"Wha—"
"He's in fucking contact with Siànna and he has no fucking control over it! She probably let him come over here and do this so you'd go crawling back to him and she could use you and him both as some sick leverage and I'm not letting it happen, Mirána!" He barked. "You're not fucking seeing him again, do you understand me?!" He got in her face and she slapped him as hard as she could.
He felt all of his strength hone in on his jaw as he clenched it tightly to refrain from hitting her back. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he hurt her.
He only pushed away from her and started collecting everything that was hers in his room.
"What're you doing?" She asked him, wiping her eyes.
He ignored her, grabbing his own duffel bag from his closet, shoving everything that belonged to her in it.
"Roman, stop." She realizes what he was doing. "Roman."
He ignored her, and left the room, starting down the stairs.
She chased him, tears rolling down her neck.
When he got to the front door, he opened it but before he could throw her things out the door, she grabbed his arm and got in front of him.
"Don't do this." She shook her head. "Please don't do this." She cupped his face and he looked at her. She saw nothing in his eyes, like he was in void mode. "I'm sorry, Roman. I'm so sorry, I just..." She trailed off, standing on her toes to kiss him. He couldn't help but return it, trying to trick himself into believing she was sorry about what she did and not just sorry she got caught. She pulled away, burying her face in his chest as her arms wrapped around his waist.
"You fucked him in my bed." Roman said lowly and she choked out another sob, knowing they weren't going to be coming back so fast from this fight.
He squeezed his eyes closed and pushed her away and she looked up at him and shook her head.
"Roman, please." She begged him.
He tossed the bag out the door, and took a step back.
"I'll call Peter to come get you." He told her before slamming the door shut in her face.
He leaned against it, refusing to let the tears that dotted his lash line, fall. Instead, he pushed off the door, and rushed up to his room. He slammed the door shut and dig through one of his drawers to grab the small tin container of coke. He grabbed the razor that laid beside it and crushed it up, putting it into a neat line on his dresser before he inhaled it through his nose.
—« • »—
"Alright I'm done. Let's get out of here." Peter told Roman as they approached the main part of the building again after splitting up and searching, only to find nothing.
"We haven't found anything." Roman told him.
"Yeah, I'm good with that." Peter replied and Roman sighed.
"Let's just keep looking." Roman told him and Peter grimaced, but didn't argue.
They approached another puddle and rats scattered.
"Aw," Peter groaned. "I hate rats."
There was a clanging of something and Roman raised a brow.
"You hear that?" Roman asked.
"Yeah, do you smell that?" Peter replied.
They continued on until, wrinkling their noses at the horrid smell.
They finally saw what it was coming from: someone's leg and foot that was rotted.
"What the fuck is that?" Roman spit as their flashlights fell on the tissue.
"It's...it's Lisa Willoughby." Peter told him.
"I'd like to go now." Roman tried not to gag.
"Who the fuck comes in here?" Peter asked him.
"I don't know." Roman ran a hand through his hair.
"It's your fucking mill." Peter hissed.
"Should we tell someone?" Roman motioned to the girl.
"Tell them what?"
"I dunno." Roman admitted, trying not to freak out.
A siren bleeping interrupted them and Peter looked to where it came from.
"Shit!" He whisper yelled.
"I'll deal with it." Roman said, and Peter stopped him.
"Just do it, Okay? Don't fuck around."
Roman gave his a harsh look.
"You've made your point." He stepped away from him.
He goes to walk away before stopping again.
"Where?" Roman asked Peter.
"The fuck are you talking about?"
"You said you ran into Letha in town. Where?"
"Jesus Christ." Peter groaned.
"Was she helping out with the water heater too?"
"They're gonna find your car!" Peter motioned.
"You should've told me you were into the pregnant thing. I could've hooked you up." Roman said bitterly.
"Roman, she's your cousin!" Peter exclaimed.
"Is this to get back at me for eating your sister out?"
"She's not my sister!" Peter snapped.
Roman gave an evil smirk.
"I don't like secrets." Roman told him sternly.
"Just get rid of them." Peter begged. "Please!"
Roman ground his teeth and sighed.
"Since you used He magic word." He stomped to the door of the building and walked out.
"Well," the cop said as he saw Roman. "Olly, Olly, Oxen Free."
Roman went to them and sighed.
"Can I help you gentlemen?"
"Maybe you can start by telling us what the hell you're doing out here."
"Well, gee, I was sitting quietly by myself playing solitaire." Roman replied sarcastically. "I hope I wasn't disturbing anyone."
"You think we won't run you in you damn little punk?"
"Yeah, What does that say?" Roman motioned to the sign that said "Godfrey".
"We know what it says."
"Okay, I'll-I'll level with you." Roman stated. "I was actually jerking off to French postcards of your mother and would prefer a little privacy. So if you wouldn't mind pissing off and staying away from my property—"
"Best news I got all week." One of the cops said, getting behind him to cuff him.
Roman looked at the windows of the Mill.
"Well, you looking at something in there, little pretty boy?"
"You got a friend in there?" The other asked. "Huh? At the request of Olivia Godfrey, I am placing you under arrest for trespassing on private property."
The other officer looked closely at the window, not seeing anything.
"Our mistake, everyone knows fuck-face doesn't have any friends." He said as Roman was led roughly to the police car.
As they left, Peter immediately cursed to himself and pulled out his phone, calling Mirána.
It went to voicemail automatically and he yelled, running his hands through his hair.
He walked out to Roman's car and saw the keys weren't in it.
He yelled, hitting the steering wheel before he looked up to see the moon was full.
"Fuck." He thought back to Roman and squeezed his eyes closed. "Fucking asshole."
Later that night, Roman was riding home with Olivia after she picked him up from the jail station.
She was silent the entire time, and he was getting the hint that she was pissed about something.
"What?" He hissed. She just kept quiet. "The fuck you're pissed? It's our fucking property and you have me arrested?"
She stopped the truck and looked at him before she grabbed his chin suddenly, making him look at her.
"Not 'our'." She snapped. "I will cut you off without a cent!" He looked at her with a venom in his eyes. "You think I won't?"
In a moment, she's acting strange, and Roman furrowed his brows.
"Mom, are you Alright?"
He recognizes it, because it's what Mira was doing when she had her seizure at Destiny's.
"Mom?" He asked again. "Mom." She snapped out of it and looked at him.
"I hear them too, you know," he told her calmly. "The voices." He added.
She looked ahead of them, and put the car back in drive.
"All I want..." She started. "Is what's best for my baby." With that, she started driving again.
When they arrived home, Roman saw a familiar car in the driveway, and laughed.
"Who the bloody hell is that?" Olivia slammed the door of the truck and Roman rubbed his jaw.
"I'll handle it." He told her, walking into the house.
He made his way up the stairs as Olivia went to her bedroom.
Roman opened the door to see Mira and Alec asleep on his bed, Mirána wearing Alec's shirt.
He scoffed and walked to them, grabbing Alec by the throat and throwing him down on the floor.
"Get the fuck up!" Roman yelled at them and Mira snapped awake as Alec tried to get off the floor.
"What the hell, man?!" Alec screamed back.
"Get the fuck out my house!" Roman pushed him and Alec glared between him and Mirána.
She was sitting up in the bed, unable to speak.
"Mirána," Alec said and Roman got between them, blocking his view of her. "Don't fucking talk to her. I said get out." Roman mesmerized him, and no sooner than Alec left, Roman's nose bled.
He wiped it with his wrist and looked at Mirána.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked her angrily.
"Roman," she stood on her knees and walked herself to the edge of the bed to him. Her hands ran up his abdomen and he looked down at her, darkly. "I can explain. Please don't be angry at me." She asked him and he huffed out a breath.
"You have ten seconds to explain." He seethed.
"You said weren't exclusive, you said we were friends. I didn't think to—
"Oh so it's my fucking fault?!" Roman looked at her, shocked that she had the audacity to blame this on him. "Do you know how many girls I've had the opportunity to fuck, but I haven't, Because in the back of my mind I thought 'hmm, I don't need to risk making Mira upset'. Even though we weren't fucking exclusive, I thought we both established that we're going to remain loyal to each other!"
Mirána looked down and tried to stop crying.
"Why the fuck are you crying?! If anyone should be fucking crying, it should fucking be me!" He pointed to himself and she looked up at him. "Fucking stop looking at me like that, Mira!" He looked away from her. "What all did you two do?" He asked her and she froze.
—« • »—
Peter never showed, and Mira had to walk to his house.
She knocked on the door and Lynda came to it.
"Mirána? What's wrong?" She asked the girl. She could tell she was upset, her face was swollen and her eyes were puffy.
"Is Peter here?" She asked.
"He, uh, is in bed, I think. He just got home not too long ago." She stepped aside and let the girl in.
"I really need to talk to him." She took a deep breath and Lynda nodded.
"Okay, I'll get him." She went and woke her son up and he came to the door, rubbing his tired eyes.
"What's up?" He asked her, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him.
Mirána immediately started crying again and Peter got closer to her.
"Mirána, what's wrong?" He rubbed her arm.
"I need to stay here until me and Roman work things out." She told him.
"He fucking kicked you out?!" He crossed his arms.
"No, god no don't be mad at him, please, Peter. I did something I shouldn't have done and he's angry at me for a good reason." She shook her head. Peter took a deep breath.
"What'd you do?" He asked her and she rubbed her lips together and sniffled.
"I fucked Alec." She told him and he gave her a disappointed look. "In Roman's bed." She added and he inhaled heavily.
She wiped away more ongoing tears and he swallowed the lump in his throat. He figured she'd already been yelled at enough, so regardless of him wanting to scream at her for screwing Roman over, and even putting herself at risk, he kept his mouth shut.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" He asked her and she nodded. "Okay then. You can't change it, so try not to let it happen again." He told her and she nodded.
He hesitated before hugging her to him as she cried, and it felt weird to him. She was his sister. He hated not knowing her his whole life, but after listening to Roman's advice of "now you have an excuse to get to know her", he decided to give brothering a shot. And so far, it was breaking his heart.
This was more of a filler chapter (legit so painful to fucking write but Roman and Mira will be Okay you guys, they're just going through some fuckery. Thank you for the support, it means the world to me!
