The Chosen.

Homesick

"HES NOT FUCKING BREATHING!" Faith screams out again to the crowd of our shocked faces. It takes a moment for a few people to register what is going on before his friends rush in and drag his lifeless body away from my room of horrors. My jaw is on the floor as i watch Mia heave with heavy breaths, blood spattered and smeared all over her bright blonde hair. Throwing the stapler across the room she gets up and quickly walks away, my eyes following her.

"Baby." Tom whispers as he throws himself down to his knees in front of me. His big arms wrapping around my shoulders and head keeping me safe. I can't imagine the position i would be in right now if he hadn't come looking for me. With out even noticing i start to sob again my eyes soaking into Toms thick jacket. My voice breaks as i scream, scream for the person i was before this happened. I feel disgusted with myself, like my body is no longer mine.

Pulling my head back, my cheeks in his hands he looks at me, studying every inch of my tear stained face. "June, did he?" he asks in a whisper. I can't stifle my sob long enough to answer him, i just continue to choke on the spit in my throat.

"DAMN IT JUNE. ANSWER ME." he screams in my face making me jump in his grasp. I quickly shake my head no. I feel his body loosen beside me, he sighs relieved. My heart thuds in my chest refusing to calm down after being startled by his anger.

"Baby i'm so sorry. I'm so sorry he touched you like that. i wasn't there to- I- i'm so fucking- " his hands wave around in front of him expressing his frustration he can't seem to put into words. I see tears starting to fall from his big brown eyes. It breaks my heart to see him hurt for me. His tears make me forget anything ever happened to me, i need to care for him now.

"It wasn't your- it wasn't your fault. it wasn't mine. it was his." i quickly mutter trying to defend him from his own harsh thoughts. But it's true it was no one's fault but Brady's.

"Mia... she just..." his eyes express worry but not for Brady, i know he's worried about Mia's mentality, she looked so out of it when she suddenly left us. Our eyes both meet the stapler that lies bloody and full of chunks of hair on the other side of the small office.

It makes my heart full knowing the lengths she would go to to protect me. But at the same time it hurts so fucking much that she will have to live with what she just did for the rest of her life because of me. I know how she is, she has a massive conscience and i know this will already be eating her alive. My sweet little Mia had no hesitation killing a man for simply hurting me.

"Tom." i whisper with tears still full in my eyes. My breath shutters as i can't look away from the murder weapon.

"Yeah?" he tucks my hair behind my ear

"Take me to bed." i mutter. In my hurt and agony i have begun to feel homesick. But i had no idea of homesick for where. It suddenly dawns on me, home is in his arms.