25. Mila
25
MILA
At least I wasn’t a prisoner in the room, like I thought I would be after walking in on them in the basement.
I hadn’t been locked in my room, and the brothers seemed to be in agreement to leave me alone.
Despite my own apprehension, I didn’t want to be locked up in my room like a prisoner, even if that was what I was.
A week had passed since the incident, and Silas had tried to talk to me a few times. I ran away each time and, surprisingly, he let me.
I didn’t know how I felt about that.
I woke up this morning to the sun shining brightly through the window and warming my skin as I lay on the bed.
I looked up at the ceiling, wondering how I was supposed to accept that this was going to be my life from now on.
It felt like the end of the world for me when they first took me and brought me to their home. I almost convinced myself in the middle there that it wouldn’t be that bad, especially since I had come to crave the brothers’ touch. I was fucking stupid, because now, it was impossible for me to keep going like this.
I shifted my head to the side and studied the pills on my bedside table.
Three days after the night in the basement, Silas had come in with them.
Birth control.
A peace offering from him, I imagined.
I finally got what I wanted from him, yet it seemed to mock me.
Still, I took the pills religiously.
It didn’t seem to be doing anything to me, and I hadn’t expected it to.
I reached over for it and swallowed a pill dry before I left the bed and got ready for my day.
I had a quick breakfast. Rachel looked like she wanted to say something to me but didn’t, and I pretended things weren’t as bad as they were. Then I walked out to the garden and around the property.
This had become a part of my daily routine, and not for exercise purposes.
I was trying to find a chink in the armor. A weakness in what seemed like an impenetrable fortress.
I was trying to find a way to escape.
Dad had put the fear of God into me, preventing me from trying to run away a second time, and my mistake had been giving in to the fear.
I should have tried to run away again, and again, and again, even at the risk of my life.
Perhaps, had I been able to erase all trace of my existence in that clubhouse before the brothers attacked, they might have left me alone. They might have thought I didn’t have anything to do with the MC and let me live my life the way I needed it to be.
I had gotten too comfortable living at the clubhouse, and I stayed, waiting for the Tiernan brothers to get to me. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice.
But the brothers were smart.
Much more so than my father, and so far, I hadn’t been able to find a weakness in the property that would aid in my escape.
I groaned in frustration as I got down on my knees and touched the metal fence surrounding the property.
Nothing.
Sitting up, I examined my surroundings, trying not to let my situation bring me down. If I did, I didn’t think I would be able to stand up again.