Chapter Fifteen

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Mia's P.O.V

Its around 9:00 when Robby brings me home. We say our goodbyes and part ways. He honks the horn at me as he pulls off and I cant help but laugh. I start to walk into the house but before I can open the door it swings open.

There standing is a furious Mark. He grabs my arm and drags me into the house. His grip tightens with every step he takes. He pulls me up the stairs and into my room slamming me on the bed.

Before I could say I word he slams the door with both of us inside. I sit quietly as he stares at me. His gaze penetrating through me.

"Where were you?" He says in a horrifyingly deep voice. We sit staring at each other for a while before he takes his belt off and steps closer to me.

"Where. Were. You." He says again a bit louder.

"I...I was at the library." I shudder my voice cracking. He looks at me for a second before speaking again.

"Who's hoodie" he asks and I look down at it.

"Mine. I found it with some of my old stuff." I lie and he stares at me again before he leaves the room mumbling something.

That was to close. I need to get dressed. I have a date. Hoping in the shower I bath quick and wash my hair. Going to my clothes room I pick out something for the meeting I have with Nick.

He's picky about how his women dress so I have to look hot but presentable. I grab a pair of jeans, my green flowered half shirt and a tan cardigan to go over.

I pull on my jeans and struggle with my shirt. My boobs are to big for this shit. Finally getting it on I grab my sweater and head back to my room.

I grab my makeup box and just as I'm about to head in the bathroom I hear a phone ringing. I pick up Robby's jacket and see it flashing in his pocket.

Taking it out I see that the caller ID says "Babe" I press the answer button and say hello.

"Come outside princess" Robby says before hanging up. I quickly do my makeup putting on mascara and eyeliner on my eyes and pink lip gloss. I leave my hair wavy and tip toe my way out of the house. Then at the last minute I yell that I'm going out with my friend.

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