Mia Regina (#1)

Chapter 7: Panic

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After coming home I immediately went to bed. Aunt Wendy and I didn't chat a whole lot during the car ride home. It was pleasantly quiet. I cried myself to sleep thinking about the dreadful night.

I woke up the next morning when my alarm went off at eight. I had two classes today. One at twelve and the other one at two. Waking up four hours beforehand would barely get me to class on time through the New York traffic.

Showering quickly, I put on gray sweatpants and a white hoodie with my hair up in a messy bun. I felt like shit, so why not dress like it. I wanted to stay in and cry about my bad luck, but doing so would only make me more miserable.

"I'm ready," I shouted when a knock cracked at the door.

"Hey, I just wanted to talk to you. Can I have a few minutes?" She asked nervously, entering my room.

"Yea, of course," I said, sitting on my messy bed and urging her to do the same.

"I wanted to talk to you about last night. How did it go for you?" She slid onto my bed, next to me. Her warm brown locks played with her shoulders as a meek smile lingered on her lips accentuating her high cheekbones.

That question brought all the sickening memories back into my mind. I couldn't tell her even if I wanted to. Worrying her wasn't going to help me. "Why are you asking?"

"I'm asking because I was looking for you and couldn't find you. I left you a few messages and you didn't reply either, so I was a bit worried," her brows furrowed together.

"Oh," I cleared my throat and continued. "It was fine. I was just using the restroom and wandered off into the halls checking out the massive hotel. My phone died which is why I didn't receive your messages."

"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked curiously.

"Yes," I lied right through my teeth. This was the first time I ever lied to her and I didn't like it one bit. Cheater is what I felt like. "It was good. What about you? You looked rather happy."

"Well, it was a good night for me," she said with a smile forming on her face. "Mike was a gentleman. He's funny, intelligent, drop dead gorgeous in case you didn't notice," she fanned her face playfully and chuckled. "And he took really good care of me. He even went to go look for you when he saw how worried I was. He came back several minutes later and told me that you were with Leo. So, I was just wondering how your night was. Was Leo good to you?"

That question forced me to ponder on that thought. Was Leo good to me? Was he? Yes, he was. He didn't hurt me. He pulled me into his warm chest and let me soak him with my tears. He was there when I needed someone the most. He listened patiently and promised to protect me. So yes, he was good.

Should I trust him though? I don't really know him. His brother almost raped me. It all happened at his hotel too. I couldn't really trust him. But he was good to me and that was the question. Hopefully, I never see him again. Him or his disgusting brother.

"Yes, he was," I replied looking at the ground, refraining myself from shedding some tears.

          "Did something happen that you're not telling me?" She inquired. Did she know? How did she find out?

          "What d-do you mean?" I stammered.

          "I mean you were alone with Leo and you know, he's a handsome guy. You know what I mean."