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Chapter Twenty-four: Silence

Mia's POV

The crickets chirped outside as I sat on the loveseat with my legs tucked under my body and my arms laid lazily on the armrest supporting my head. I peered out of the window next to the T.V. in the living room replaying the events that happened earlier today.

It was now 2 AM and everyone was asleep or I had assumed. Everyone was holed up in their rooms with the doors locked. My brain couldn't stop the image of the woman I had brutally slaughtered without any questions. Her life was taken by me.

There were quite thuds ricocheting the silent living room making me turn around to see who it was. Brady wiped the sleep from his eyes letting out a small yawn then stretched the sleep out of his body. It honestly was one of the most attractive things I had ever seen in my life making blood rush to...places.

He finally had clothes on after two days making me slightly disappointed yet happy at the same time. I was disappointed that I wasn't able to stare at his nice body anymore without needing to find an excuse to do so, but I was also happy that no one else would be able to his nude body anymore but me.

"Baby, what are you doing down here?" His sleepy voice made my jaw drop in awe.

I just shrugged my shoulders trying to think of an answer I could give him, it seemed like I didn't need to answer at all. He zig-zagged his way to me patting my shoulder as an indication to get up and off of the loveseat. I slowly stood up stretching out my arms and legs. They had fallen asleep an hour ago leaving a rhythmic buzzing around my body, I just couldn't make myself get out of the comfortable position.

He took a seat in the loveseat then patted his lap letting me know that I could sit down again. I obliged snuggling into him giving his cheek a lingering kiss then looking back out the window. His hand played with my hair while he sat quietly knowing that I wasn't in the mood to talk.

In the corner my eye I glanced at my fingers seeing a small bit of blood still stuck under my fingernail. I quickly tried to take it off failing miserably because it was already so dry.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?" Brady said sleepily shutting his eyes snuggling into my body for warmth. He let out another small yawn just enjoying my presence.

"I'm scared," I responded. It was all I could say thinking about the knife sinking into the woman's head before I literally chopped it off. She was soon replaced by the rogue Aunt Diana and I had encountered. The blade entering her body with ease.

"It's okay to be scared. All of this...is so much to handle and I completely understand."

I shook my head feeling my bottom lip quivering a tiny bit making my glossy gaze meet Brady's hazel eyes. He frowned when he saw me beginning to cry once again for what felt like the thousandth time this week.

"No. I'm scared of myself," My voice cracked when I admitted the fear of myself eating me alive to the man I loved. I didn't think he would have been able to respond to me, but I judged too quickly when his mouth opened to say something. It opened and closed a few times trying to find the right words.

He grunted then said, "You shouldn't be. Whatever happened out in those woods and whatever happened here there was no way you could have avoided it. Mia, you don't have to be afraid of yourself and you certainly don't have to be afraid of talking to me. I love you more than life itself. If I could take away all the regret and guilt you are feeling right now...believe me I would. Everything happens for a reason."

Everything happens for a reason. It reminded me of the small talk Aunt Diana and I had in the woods, slowly the guilt that was feasting on me started to subside a little bit. I had murdered two people who weren't good. I think about all the people Uncle Luca might have killed...how many Brady might have killed.