-- This book is in the editing phase --
Mia Taylor is a girl who's lost so much as a very young age.
Between her abusive father of 8 years and the suffocating voice in her mind that encourages her suicidal thoughts, her grasp on the desire for life...
Song: Alan Walker - Sing me to sleep (Not really a song for this chapter)
Guys I am so sorry that I am a day late. I was babysitting and forgot but here you go!
~~~ Chapter Begins ~~~
"So, why have you been avoiding me?" He asked.
The question so unexpected I almost didn't realize what he said.
I blush and answer him with what I know is a terrible excuse.
"I was not avoiding you. I was studying."
"Studying." He deadpan. I nod.
"For what?"
I say a random course.
"Algebra."
"What teacher?" Whats with all the questions...
"Mr.Fuller."
"So you're telling me, that the reason I haven't seen you all week is because you have been studying for Me.Fuller's algebra class."
I nod again, although hesitantly.
"See there's where I catch your lie. Mr.Fuller teaches advanced art." He smirks.
I blush again, embarrassed that I was caught in my lie.
"You're lucky you're cute or else I would be really mad." He chuckles, effectively chamging the topic.
Besides the fact that I was a little disappointed we didn't talk about the kiss, I also notice the fact that he called me cute.
Internally I am squealing like a super fan on crack, externally, I am blushing.
For the rest of the night the conversation is witty and carefree and when he offered to drop me home, that was just the icing on the cake.
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"Thanks, Z." I sign, trying to slide in the new nickname I have for him.
Unfortunately, it doesn't go unnoticed.
"Z?" He asks. The confused look in his face is so adorable and I have to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks.
"Well if you get to give me a nickname it's only fair I give you one too."
"I didn't give you a nickname." He states.
"Does 'beautiful' sound familiar?"
"Oooooohhhhh." He says, all signs if confusion gone.
"Yeah." I sign because you can't emphasize sign language. Or at least I think you can't.
"Well it fits you, you are beautiful." I melt, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.
My smart response is only a gaping mouth. I'm pretty sure I look like a fish. But he has rendered new speechless (well as speechless as a mute person can get,) for the thousandth time.
He chuckles. "Goodnight Mia." He then proceeded to emphasize my real name. It sounded foreign in his mouth.
I wave and watch as he drives of and down the street.
The second I turn around I hear the door slam open.
"Mia!"
Oh, no.
"Who was that?" I was frozen in fear, I couldn't answer him.
"No one." I signed weakly. I would never tell him who it was, no matter how much he hurts me.
And I knew he would.
He chuckles, but not like Zion. No, his chuckle was full of evilness. Pure. Evilness.
To say I was scared was an understatement.
"So, you're not going to tell me?"
I shake my head. I won't ever do that to Zion.
That's when he grabs my upper arm, leaving a bruise I'm sure.
"Stay away from him, I saw what he looked like and if I see you near him again, we will move again. I can't have you risking our name over some stupid love you think you found. He wouldn't love you back anyways so I wouldn't get my hopes up." I nod.
With a punch to my stomach which will also leave a nasty bruise, I run upstairs to my room and cry.
I cry because of the pain I have been put through the years.
I cry because of my post family.
I cry because I know that I will never see Zion again.
~~~ Chapter Ends ~~~
So, she can't see Zion anymore.
How do you think he'll react?
Do you think she'll def his orders and still see Zion?
Our girl has some decisions to make.
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