Tied to the devil

Epilogue 2

Maia POV

I see Misha crying though my own blurry eyes, "shit, I'm sorry baby" I smile internally hating myself for saying all of that in front of him. I should've kept my mouth shut. What have I done?

My breath quickens and I start to hyperventilate, I haven't had a panic attack in a year and a bit.

With Misha's crying and Carlos standing in front of me, "Mommy!" Misha shouts scared. I begin to stumble towards the kitchen, "Maia, you got to breathe," Carlos says calmly. I don't hear anything just a ringing in my ears and thoughts of my past flooding my head. Pain.

I start opening cabinets and draws until I find what I am looking for. Pills.

I just need to take the edge off. No thoughts has always been better than thinking, Fausto taught me that.

I did this when I first got away, every time I panicked, I made myself not feel. I shake a few pills into my palm the temptation to take them killing me.

"Maia stop, put them down" Carlos says worry in his tone, but his voice is just in the background of my thoughts.

Just forget. Just don't feel.

"Remember our promise, you are mine and I am yours" he says coming up right next to me. I pause for a moment, and he knocks the pills out of my hand and pulls me into him.

I sink tot the floor in his embrace his warmth his everything. He is my everything. "It's okay, it's okay" he mutters against my head as I cry and cry and cry. "Mommy" Misha says running into the room. My eyes are shut against Carlos' chest and I shake uncontrollably in his arms.

"Your mom isn't feeling very well bud, why don't you show me where her room is?" Carlos asks him in a calm sweet tone. "O-okay" he mumbles.

I feel myself being lifted off the ground and my grip tightens onto Carlos; the flashbacks of what Fausto did to me replaying over and over again in my head.

The torture, the constant, unending torture.

I don't know how long it's been but when I wake up I see Noah sitting on the bed next to me, "hey" he smiles brushing the hair away from my face. I shoot up suddenly remember in everything that happened however long ago.

"I-I, oh my god" I whisper pulling myself out of bed. "Celeste, just take a minute" Noah says trying to calm me. I run out of the bedroom seeing it's starting to go dark, I've been out all day.

I hear voices downstairs so rush towards them. "Misha" I say when I see him playing with his paw patrol. Carlos is on the sofa nearby having a conversation with him. They both look in my direction when I enter.

I scoup him up in my arms kissing him hundreds of times before look at his beautiful face. "I'm sorry baby for earlier, are you okay?" I ask. He nods and I let out a long breath of relief.

"I need to explain it to you Misha, so you understand" I tell him searching his eyes for what he is feeling. "I think I deserve an explanation too" I hear Noah call from the hall. "It's okay mommy, Dada already told me about you and him," he smiles.

I turn to Calos, and he is sitting back comfortably on the sofa, "what did you say" I demand not a single hint of kindness in my voice, I don't want Misha knowing about my past. "I told him that we met in New York and fell in love, then we moved to Italy and had a messy breakup" he says coolly. "Oh." Is all I can think to say.

"Celeste tell me what's going on because when I got home there was a random man in the house with Misha and he didn't really give much of an explanation, more of a threat saying if I didn't go upstairs and wait for you to wake up, he would end me. So, tell me what the hell is going on," he says with a panicked voice.