the baseball player [l.p.]

chapter two

liam

I woke up, my hair matted to my forehead, arms and hands clammy from the night.

Nightmares suck.

I heard people running around my house, probably getting cameras and reporters ready for the interview.

The interview.

Oh my God is that today?

I started to take deep, slow breaths.

Will she remember me?

Might as well find out.

-

mia

"Mia. Mia! MIA! Wake up! It's a bad dream! He's gone."

I woke up to my roommate rapidly shaking me by my shoulders. I sat up quickly, eyes alert and hands holding me up on the bed. I realized it was a dream, and moved my hands up to my head, resting there for a few moments.

" You alright?" Destiny asked, eyes filled with worry.

"Yeah, thanks for waking me up." I responded, nodding. I grabbed my glasses from the side of the bed putting them on, and then falling back into the bed with relief. I hate nightmares. I really do. It's kind of upsetting I had to live one...with that guy...he...he did unspeakable things.

Destiny was still sitting at the edge of my bed. Her eyes were full of worry and had a hint of curiousness in them. After a few moments of silence, she finally spoke, " Are you ever going to tell me what happened that gives you these nightmares? All you ever say is it's a dude that did unspeakable things." She frowned.

I sat back up, sitting criss-cross and took a deep breath. "You really want to know?" I questioned.

She nodded eagerly, and then I started, "It was about 3 years ago when I was only 21. My friends were getting drunk in a bar, having the time of their lives. I wasn't. I decided just to walk home, and remember, I wasn't drunk, I had one drink, and it was a shot of tequila." I said defensively, holding up one finger. She chuckled, and nodded at me, as if telling me to carry on. I took a deep breath and continued, " Anyways, I was walking home when I felt someone grab my arm and put a hand over my mouth. It scared the shit out of me. Then, they pulled me in the alley and started kissing my neck, and feeling me," I said, shuddering.

Destiny looked at me after a few moments, and then her eyes widened from realization," He raped you?"

I shook my head, "He almost did, but then some guy grabbed him and started to beat the fuck out of him. I have no clue who though," I paused.

God that was terrible. I looked at Destiny, then said, "I ran away before anyone could stop me. I heard him yelling for me, but I kept running. I was scared out of my wits." I said, shaking my head. I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the tear drop hit my arm. I quickly wiped my face, moving my glasses up to my forehead. I moved them back down quickly, glancing at Destiny. Her eyes were full of pity.

That's why I didn't want to tell her. She would look at me different and fucking pity me. I suddenly felt anger rise up in me. Why would I tell her? There was no point, now all she'll see is pity. Oh my God Mia, what have you done?

I glanced at the time.

1:34 A.M.

I groaned.

-

"Mia! You're five minutes late! That's time we could've used!" Amanda said, annoyance hinted in her voice.

I nodded, not annoyed because I'm kind of still out of it. After talking to Destiny till 2 A.M, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept reviewing that night over and over in my head. To say the least, it was a horrid night.

I had coffee in my hand and concealer in my bag, ready to cover up my under eye bags, ready to expose.

Amanda's eyes were full of nervousness and a hint of anger. Probably nervous that I might mess this up, and angry that I'm late.

"Did you write any questions you might think to ask?" Amanda asked, anxiously.

I nodded, setting my coffee on the table next to me and grabbing papers out of the bag hanging on my shoulder. I handed them to her, and then immediately grabbed my coffee again, loving the liquid so many people crave and love.

She nodded at the seat behind me, signaling my to sit, while she sat In her own. I looked around her office while she looked over my questions. It was a very modern looking place. She had a grey and white theme, the walls and ceiling a medium grey with white furniture around. Her desk was clear, and a nice, white computer sat right on top. There were green plants around the room, complementing the white and grey scheme. She had huge windows, taking up the whole wall, looking over downtown London. I would be lying if I said I didn't want this office.

I glanced back at Amanda, who was nodding, and reading. I looked at my tapping feet, hearing a familiar rythym.
What was that song? Oh damn. It was by that one guy who sang -

"These are very well written, Mia." Amanda said, nodding her head, flipping the pages of many questions I had written. I nodded and mumbled a thank you before sipping my coffee again.

"Now remember, you have until 5 P.M. until the interview is over. You will most likely have enough time to answer all these questions. And remember to jot down his answers and turn on your recorder, even though the cameras and reporters there will probably get everything anyway. But would-"

"Reporters? Cameras? I thought this was a private interview." I interuppted.

Amanda rolled her eyes, before saying, "Yes, it's a private interview, bud cameras will be around and reporters will too. But you will be the only one able to ask questions. And, there'll only be like three, maybe four reporters there. And probably a camera or two."

I nodded, relieved I won't be in front of too many cameras. "Also, all the reporters and cameras are from our company." she added.

Let's see if I can get through today.

A/N
hey! this one was kind of an awkward one to end...whoops? sorry this one is kind of late, i procrastinate a little too much.. but thank you for reading!!

~shelby.x