"No matter how strong a girl is, there is always a breaking point."
This is the story of a girl who went past her breaking point.
This is the story of a girl who, despite everything, went on.
This is the story of a girl who survived.
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Nick. Is. Going. To. Kill. Me.
Grabbing a loose apple from the bowl in the middle of my kitchen table I scramble to get my keys before reaching for my freshly brewed coffee.
I'm nearly out the house when I hear a stumbling from upstairs.
Cursing, I turn to the stairs with a forced smile.
I'm already late enough as it is.
"Mia?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
How the hell does he remember my name?! I was just as pissed as him last night and for the life of me can't remember his.
"I'm heading out to work! I've got cereal in the cupboard and milk in the fridge."
At least I'm being hospitable. Not all one night stands would let the person stay the morning let alone have breakfast.
"Do you have to? Why don't you come back upstairs and we can have a repeat of last night." I don't even remember last night.
"Sorry. I really need to go. My boss will have my head." Not a lie.
I hear more shuffling before I see a half naked man stumbling down the stairs wincing at the brighter light.
"There are also painkillers on the countertop if you need them." I stare up at the very tall man awkwardly.
I would be lying to myself if I said he wasn't attractive. Tall, dark brown eyes, brown hair. He is my type.
He smirks flexing. "Are you sure?" Oh so he's one of those types.
Trying not to roll my eyes I shake my head.
"Yes, I am." I tell him forcibly, getting annoyed at how late I am and how late I'm going to be.
He now seems disheartened. "Oh okay, well can I at least get your number?" Holding back a groan I grab a pen from a drawer in the hall and scribble my number on a piece of paper before giving it to him and hurrying out the door slamming it behind me.
I'm so rushed I can't even bring myself to be bothered if he steals anything from me. There is nothing in that house that is important to me since I only just started moving in last week.
Thankfully the traffic wasn't as bad as usual so I get there in about twenty-five minutes which makes me about an hour and a half late. Great.
Rushing I grab my pass from my pocket and scan it walking past the guards before literally running to the main hub.
Walking in through the doors, I cringe at the loud noise which is signalling my arrival. Please don't be there. Please-
"You're late." Freezing in my spot I turn.
"I am so sorry!" Wincing at my loud voice echoing in my head.
Nick must notice my odd behaviour because he laughs at me shaking his head.
