My Bodyguard

Chaptet 46

Mia's POV

I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't eat.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't think.

I couldn't talk.

I couldn't do anything.

Its been like this for the past few days. I couldn't step outside my room without remembering what the reality did to me. What I lost...

Familiar faces would try to convince to do something than stay in my room, telling me how it wasn't healthy for me. How I needed to do something.

Leia and Aaron would seat with me in the corner, doing nothing but being with me, and that was all I asked for. They didn't pry me any questions. They just stayed with me.

Mum and dad went in a business trip after everything that just happened. They didn't asked any questions. Simply left. Guilt coursed through my body when they averted eye contact with me, staying far as possible. I couldn't blame them. I was the reason the people they loved, died.

Now I sit on my bed and stare at the wall. Blank. Everything about the world is blank.

My eyes would slowly give up on me, but I forced them open. Closing my eyes meant sleeping. And sleeping meant remembering that day. I couldn't handle it.

A knock sounded on the door.

I stayed where I was.

The door opened. "Mia, we have him." Leia's voice. "He's in the basement."

I wanted to cry in victory. But what would that do? What would him being in my basement do, when I couldn't bring the people I loved back in the situation. There was no point. Except to kill him, and let him endure the pain he caused me and my family.

"I want to see him." I could barely recognise my voice after not talking for days.

Leia's support on my back was enough for me to not slip and fall on my feet.

Eventually, we reached the metal door that Killian currently stayed. My hands shook in front of me.

Could I do this?

Could I look at him and endure remembering what had happened?

I took a step forward. Leia's support leaving as she gave me room and space.

The door closed behind me.

I find his face. He sat on a chair with his hands tied back with metal chains straining him, blood dripping down his nose, along with blood splattered all over his clothes.

It seemed he went down with a fight.

I attempt to take a step forward, which only led me to sway on my feet, touching the wall for support. "Why?" I manage to asked, the world fuzzing in front of me. "Why did you do this?"

Our eyes met. Only did his eyes roam around my face and body that it softens, like how it used to when he was worried about me.