Chapter 14 Mia
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Mia
I can't believe that motherfucker locked me in another room again. Right when I thought we were making progress, he goes and pulls some shit like this. For the hundredth time, I run across the room, banging against the door. "Open up. Kieran, do not leave me locked in here."
He doesn't even answer me. I bang on the door with my fist one last time, hoping this time he hears me. "Let me out."
Laying my head against the door, I can feel the tears start to well up in my eyes. Closing them, I try to push the tears back, but to no avail.
"How the hell did this become my life?" I mutter under my breath.
Sliding down the door, I slump down on the floor as I allow the frustrations of everything to wash over me. I can feel the tears fall this time and I don't try to push them back. My body racks with sobs. All I can do is hope that I cry enough to take me away from this nightmare.
I should've moved away, farther, more often. Maybe if I kept moving or farther away, it would’ve been harder for Kieran to find me. I could’ve changed my name a few more times. Shaking my head. No. He would’ve found me no matter what I did.
I'm not sure how long I lay there, but finally the tears slow down, yet all I can feel is the exhaustion deep in my bones. Tired of hiding. Tired of fighting. Tired of giving control to others. First my mother. Then Mikhail. Now Kieran.
I get up off the floor and drag my body over to the bed, since I don't need to sleep on the floor when there is a perfectly good bed. I walk over to the bathroom, which is huge. I haven't seen this much luxury ever, not even when my mother was trying to shake rich men down.
But nothing like this.
Kieran is a very rich, powerful man. If I stayed, I would be living in the lap of luxury, but at what cost?
From what I’ve seen he’s controlling and I wouldn’t have an ounce of freedom as I play the eye candy on his arm.
I doubt there would be any type of partnership in the relationship.
But he’s been taking care of you more than anyone ever has. With the whisper of that thought, something stirs within me.
I shake it away because now is not the time to be impressed by Kieran or think he can offer me anything real. I keep focused on the fact he kidnapped and married me without my consent.
I take a deep breath and strip out of my clothes, throwing them down on the ground, not caring if I'm making a mess. Walking over to the shower, I rip open the door, and turn the water on, waiting for it to get to the perfect temperature.
Once I'm in, I rest against the wall allowing the water to wash over, relaxing me. But one thought keeps coming to my mind—how the hell am I going to get out of this?
Exhaustion racks my body, and I decide that I'll figure it out later. Letting out a deep breath, I know that for the time being I don’t need to worry about food or money.
After basking in the hot shower, I glance down at my body, cringing at the bruises on my wrist from where the handcuffs rubbed against my skin.
I’ll need to find out if I can get some ointment to help the healing.
I reach for the shampoo, opening it up and giving it a quick sniff.
Surprise hits me when I get the scent of lavender.
I try not to think too hard as to why Kieran might have a soap that smells similar to the stuff I had in my apartment. Instead, I pour a bit into my hand and lather up my hair. After washing it out, I continue with my shower, trying to hurry because that big bed is calling my name.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap the towel around me.
It's so soft, a small part of me can’t help but wonder if I could endure him to feel this for the rest of my life.
Walking into the bedroom, I start opening drawers looking for clothes because there is no way that I'm putting on those dirty clothes again or not wearing any clothes.
It only takes me a few moments to find the drawers that house Kieran's T-shirts, grabbing one, I open the next drawer to find his boxers. After picking one, I slip them on, of course they’re a little big because he's built.
I begin rolling the waist band until they fit enough they won't fall off if I'm standing.
I feel myself waning. Glancing at the bed, it feels as if it's calling me. I walk over to the door, trying the handle one last time, frustration hits me when it's still locked. Turning back to the bed, I know I need to get some rest if I plan on surviving this.
Pulling back the softest comforter I've ever felt, I slip in, the silk of the sheets caressing my skin. Letting out a sigh, I roll over to my side as I finally give into the exhaustion. When I wake up, I'll figure out the rest then.