Mia [REWRITING IS ON HOLD]

Chapter 19: Help

I  feel my head pounding as I start to open my eyes.

"D-Dami?" I weakly say.

I look around me and see that I'm in a warehouse. I go to get up, but I'm held down. I look down to see my hands tied up with rope and the same with my feet.

Phooey.

I look around again to see if anyone is here too, but I see no one. I wince as my head is pounding. My eyes widen as I start to remember how I got here.

Flashback:

"C-can I go to the bathroom please?"

Damien chuckles, "Of course Amore, no need to ask."

I blush and nod while scurrying off.

I head to the back of the restaurant trying to calm the blush on my face. I eventually find the bathroom and do my business. I wash my hands and and dry them. I look at myself in the mirror and I can see my eyes shining brightly. After years of not feeling completely happy, I finally am.

As I start to think about Dami again my face starts to heat up. I bend over the sink, close my eyes and splash some water on it. My eyes are widen when I'm done and see who's behind me.

"M-Ms. S-Shaloe..." I feel myself start to tremble.

She smirks at me, "Hello dear. Miss me?"

I feel tears start building up in my eyes. Right behind her is the door. I take a shakey breath and run to the door. Before I can get it open I feel myself being pulled back my my hair.

I wince, "P-please I-I want t-to leave n-now."

She laughs sarcastically, "You aren't leaving. I missed you Mia. Hurting you was my greatest pleasure in life. When I heard you were still here, I was so excited to see you again."

I start sobbing as she pulls me to the floor and starts kicking me in the ribs.

"P-please...I-I I can't take it."

For once I use all the little strength I have left and kick her in the face when she tries to grab my hair again. She falls down in front of me and I use this time to try and crawl to the door.

Right as my hand touches the door I feel I sharp pain in my head and suddenly everything goes black. The last thought being the man I love sitting a couple feet from this bathroom.

Flashback over.

I take a ragged breath in as I try to calm myself from having a panic attack. I spent so long trying to fix myself, just to be broken again.