.25. The Mr. And Mrs.

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Mia

When I woke up I expected to be at home. With my parents. Like nothing ever happened. Like it was all a bad dream.

But when I saw his face. I couldn't help but feel nauseous.

My head pounded furiously, the sun hurting my eyes. My stomach turned as I pushed myself off the ground, trying to hold back the vomit that threatened to spew.

It didn't work, of course. As I was busy blowing chunks, a hand was on my back and it could be none other than Andrew.

He caught me. Again. How do I keep letting this happen? I was an idiot, I should've stayed in the restaurant. The cops were right there! There were tons of people. If I had waited a few moments...I was too damn paranoid!

Tears blurred my vision as I coughed and sat up, the back of my throat burning.

"Hey Mia." came his voice. God, his irritating voice. It was like nails on a chalkboard, I couldn't bare it. "You were out a while. You scared me."

"Shut the fuck up." I growl, keeping my head low and eyes averted. His hand disappeared from my back and nothing was said for a good thirty seconds. "You need to take me home." I try to make my voice as demanding as possible. "Right now. Take me home."

"No..." he mumbled to himself. He then whispered some things I couldn't understand. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing!" I now snap my head towards him, my short hair barley whiping me in the face. "They did nothing but help me! I want to go home. I can't keep doing this- I feel awful. This charade. This facade. It hurts. It hurts to pretend. Please....please just...take me home."

"You're talking nonsense." His voice was almost as pained as mine. I clutched my head knowing if we were going to fight, this migraine would worsen. "Listen to me Mia," he put his hand on my shoulder and I narrowed my eyes. "You may not understand, but you're not you. You're...someone else. Where's the Amelia I know and love? Where's the happy, carefree little girl I once knew?"

"You're fucking delusional! You're crazy, and sick!" I slapped his hand away from me, attempting to stand up. "You can't even tell the difference between what's real and not! I'm real! This is me! This is the Amelia you know! Get that through your thick skull!"

Andrew's face looked like he was about to cry as he stood, "Baby, just calm down-"

"Don't call me baby! I'm not your baby! I don't want to be either!"

"Are you even listening to yourself?" he then frowned. "Whoever you are- I need you to shut the fuck up and give me my Mia back."

"You fucking dumbass!" I roared. "I. Am. Mi-" my head snapped sideways as my cheek grew hot. I was in stunned silence as I held my cheek.

He slapped me.

He hasn't done that in what feels like forever.

"Don't even finish that sentence." His voice was low. The old Andrew was back. The scary Andrew. The abusive one. "You are not my Mia." his eyes darkened, if possible, and the bruising on his face more him look scarier.

I felt like I just shrunk into my shell again. My heart started racing and all the mental pain flowed back into me. I remembered how much power he had over me. How determined he is to get what he wants. What lengths he'll go to get it.

I couldn't help but gawk at him stupidly. "Here's what we're gonna do," he folded his arms. "you're not going to say a word, got it? You're going to be quiet and obey me or else I will fucking deck you in the face."

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