Dark Love

Chapter Thirty-Three

A few days later...

Mia was busy minding her own business when there was a knock on her door. She frowned, as she had not been expecting any visitors. She dropped her People magazine on the table and advanced towards the door. Turning the knob, she came face to face with someone she had never met before. The woman had frizzy hair, with all sorts of hair accessories on her head. She wore a spiked necklace, a top that exposed her flattened chest and a tiny skirt that seemed two sizes smaller than it was supposed to be.

She stared up at the woman's face and realized how angry she looked. She could barely maintain her eyes open, but the scowl seemed prominent. Mia cleared her throat.

“How may I help you?" she said politely.

“I want me boy." She said.

“Your boy?"

“Yes girly, me boy. Me Donald." she gritted. Mia was momentarily frozen to the spot. If she was asking for Donald, she was most certainly his mother.

“I, uh...how'd you find out where I lived?" she asked instead.

“Does it fuckin' matter sissy? Just call me boy and mind your own damn business." She snarled, and Mia narrowed her eyes.

“You can't talk to me like this. You're in my house, in case you don't remember." Mia stated firmly. This woman, the fact that she'd been Todd's, and that he had been hers and left his seed in her, made Mia see red. The old Mia was slightly resurfacing now.

“S'cuse me? Do you know who me am?" she asked, her eyes wide opened now. “I'm Donald's mother and me wish to see him."

“He's not here, he hasn't been here for a while." Mia said.

“What the bloody hell do ye mean? Where's me son?" she rose her voice.

“He left. He walked out that door and didn't tell me where he was going. I haven't seen him since then." Mia explained.

“So, he lost?"

“So it seems."

The woman let out a repugnant howl, and then barked out, “You bitch! Me son is lost and ye don't call d'police!?"

“He's always been like that. Besides, he made it perfectly clear that I have no right to know about his whereabouts, so you as his mother should bother with all that, excuse me." She was about to close the door when the woman barged in her house.

“Don't ye dare say that! Ye were his guardian! Ye should'ave cared!" she was tearing up now. Mia cringed at the sight.

“Get out of my house, or I'll sue you for invading my property without my consent," Mia simply said.

“Yeah? Well I'll sue ye for neglect, how's that sound huh? Bitchy girl. Ye know nothin' bout parenting. Ye know nothin' bout being a mother. Ye speak to me like me is some shitty mother. You know nothin'!" the woman growled. She wiped away her tears, and dug into her bag, fishing out a tube of mascara.

Mia shook her head at the woman as she added another coat of mascara to her already darkened eyes. She definitely had a mental problem.

“You know nothing about the law. Donald is old enough to make his own choices, he's not a child he's 17." Mia said.

“He is a child, and he was under yer protection." the woman shoved at Mia's shoulder, her top lowering slightly and a breast popping out.

“He was indeed, but he left so he's not anymore. Now leave." Mia held the door open for her. The woman shoved her breast in her bra, and walked towards the exit, but before she left, she stared down at Mia and said, “Me son would never leave just 'cause he want to. Ye did somethin' to him, and me will find out and be back here." she spat.

Mia shut the door closed behind her. She couldn't help but feel remorseful, because she knew it was all her fault Donald left. Maybe he had been talking to his mother the other day, and asked her to come fetch him. She wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

Sighing, she leaned against her door and slid down slowly. Her head in her hands, she let out a scream. She didn't know if she could handle any of the drama anymore.

It all made her languish, and she cursed the man that brought all this to her life. She began developing an inimical feeling towards him, and she knew that wherever he was, he would feel her anger.

And he did.

***

A few weeks ago...

It's been almost a damn year, 11 months since he was locked up like a hamster without any contact from the outside. That killed him.

He had left behind all he ever loved, for this. He couldn't bear it any longer. The impudent cops that treated him like shit, his jubilant cell mate that thought he was on a vacation in Hawaii. This was all getting to him, affecting his entire being.

He wasn't the kind of man that could be locked up like an animal, he was born to be free and live life to the fullest. He was until he met Mia. For her, he'd be locked up in this obstreperous place a hundred years and a hundred years more.

He had fallen too hard for her. There came a time when he depended on her love to live. Her love was insidious. He hoped he could find a panacea, but he couldn't. He thought he had felt the same love for Donatella, but it was different.

With Donatella, it was just lust and mostly pleasure. He thought he'd loved her, but now he realizes it was just pure lust. He was a neophyte, he had no idea of what love truly was. When she left, it hurt, but when Mia left, the pain was excruciating. Their love was nascent, slowly ascending towards the stars. Mia was his goddess, a paragon of beauty.

And she was gone.

She probably hated him, and but he repudiated the fact that she wouldn't forgive him. She would when she found out that he had done this to save her, regardless of her being innocent or guilty.

He fell into a torpid mess on the floor. The law in this country was shitty. They had simply surmised his detain. The main killed the ex because he was jealous. That was all they had done. Nothing else. The county sheriff was even worse.

He wasn't even sure if the truth would reveal itself. He didn't even know if Mia knew of his whereabouts. During his trial, he had caught a glimpse of Lauren, a great black hat hid her face, but he knew it was her.

He blamed all this on her, if Mia hadn't found out about them, she wouldn't've taken off. Maybe Henrico would've been alive. Who knows?

Henrico's father was also there, with his lawyer. Todd didn't bother asking for one. All he wanted was to see Mia safe, that's why he had been so stupid.

He shook his head. The truth is always latent. He'll be out someday, and be together with that rascal Donald, and Mia.

Suddenly, his cell was opened and his cell mate, whose name was Nigel, began hopping up and down. Todd was still on the floor, and he looked up at the masculine female staring down at him.

“Daniels?"

“That's me." Todd answered, his voice  raspy. 

“Come with me, immediately."

“Something wrong?" he questioned.

“Oh yes, there's something very, very wrong."

And he followed her out of the cell, leaving old Nigel behind.

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