Mia's POV
Everything was dark. I couldn't see a single damn thing, and honestly, I was growing anxious by each second. I had a blindfold wrapped tightly around my eyes and my ankles and wrists were bounded and restrained by rope.
Other than anxious, I felt betrayed. Luke, out of all people? Why would he want to hurt me? What have I done so bad to him to make him feel hatred towards me?
Suddenly, I felt the blindfold be pulled off me, and my eyes met the bright light and a pair of blue eyes filled with pure evil.
Luke smirked at me. "Ready to go, princess?"
I scowled at him. "What the hell is your problem, Luke? What have I done to you to deserve this?"
"Oh, you've done a lot of things to deserve this. But it will all make sense to you later," he replied, glaring down at me.
He forced me up, squeezing my upper arm too tight. He dragged me out of what must have been a private jet, and suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up.
"The other boys wouldn't like this, Luke," I whispered sullenly. "You know by doing this you're betraying them too, right?"
He snorted. "How conceited are you, Mia, to believe you're some sort of precious rare jewel that'll break anyone's hearts if you ever get lost? You're nothing special."
He leaned further into me to whisper in my ear cynically, "And besides, what the boys don't know, won't hurt them."
I felt tears brimming the bottom of my eyes, and at this point I didn't care if I cried in front of Luke. Crying isn't a sign of weakness, it's a sign of strength. And I want to show him that I'm stronger than his words; stronger than his betrayal; and stronger than whatever he's planning to do with me.
The air is humid when we're outside, and I find myself in an unfamiliar area. There were large buildings surrounded by fences with barbed wire; but other than that, we seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Luke leads me inside one of the buildings, and a lump forms in my throat when I realize that it looks more like a dungeon than some sort of office I thought it would've been.
"What is this place?" I muttered, without the intention of Luke hearing me.
"This is where Rebels like you go," he tells me.
I raised my eyebrow at him. "Rebels?"
"Fake Fangirls, whatever you want to call them," he rolled his eyes.
I try to gulp down my fear as walk down a few flights of stairs, the air becoming damp and frigid which sent a shiver down my spine. Before I knew it, I'm being shoved into a large cell which was holding a few other captives as well.
Luke's phone started ringing as soon as I stood up to face him. He smiles innocently at me, "It's the boys, gotta let them know that I'm doing just fine."
He walks away and I let out a frustrated breath. I don't know what has made Luke gotten into this "Rebels" and "Fake Fangirl" business - I just want to know what happened to the innocent boy I met and the innocent boy we all loved.
"Mia?" a gasp emerges from a woman's mouth - from inside the same cell as me.
Not just any woman's voice, but my mother's.
Turning slowly, I turn around to face her. Her bright eyes gleam down in relief and love at me, along with my father's who is standing right behind her.
"Oh, sweetheart," her breath shakes as she stepped closer to me, bringing her hands up to caress my face. "I've missed you so much."
I step away immediately at her touch, ignoring her adoration. "Really? Because a few months ago when I called you, it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with me."
