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Having two business partners for parents meant they worked extra long shifts, and possibly, an addition of night shifts. Therefore, being alone at home in the middle of the nigh...
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"Where are we going?" asked Beverley for the third time, her eyes distant and yet questioning as she looked up at Mia who was putting her in the backseat of Matt's Ford. Her lips were pursed in confusion, her limbs were barely registering what was going on, and, really, Mia didn't like this one bit. It was kidnapping; sober Beverley would never agree to this, and it did nothing but make Mia feel like she was exactly like her best friend. A twisted individual who invaded lives and had no care of how she was controlling them. It was a criminal thing to do, and yet, a voice in the back of her mind told her that Beverley was only getting what she deserved.
"Home," Mia answered softly, to not make her weary in any way. "Back to mine. We'll get in bed, watch some GG, and you'll feel all better soon." Just like the good, old days. She smiled at the girl in front of her, who, if it was possible, looked so dazed and just as alert at the same time. Even with Beverley in that state, it didn't distract Mia in any way of the fact that Matt stood right behind her, close enough for his scent to waft in the cold air. Why did he have to stand so damn close? Had he no regard for personal space?
Beverley blinked her eyes a few times, as if not registering Mia's words, for a moment; before it must have settled in, and she grinned at Mia. "No," she refused lightly. "I want to dance all night."
Mia mirrored her grin fakely. In all honesty, she hadn't even known what her true plan was. This was a rash decision, but it had to be done, she had to get her as far away from Toby as possible. Given, he'd probably notice Beverley's disappearance and had probably already heard about the Trent incident, but the bigger the distance that was between him and Mia, the better. Definitely the better. Matt's car was parked in a different street, so the chances of him finding them quickly were zero to none. However, if they linger here any longer, he might just do.
Distracted once again, Beverley peeked out of the other window, gazing wildly at the black sky. Mia saw this as her cue to close the door and turn to her own seat, which was the passenger seat. Dismissively, her hand reached for the door handle, feigning aloofness as Matias, who was stood right beside her now, watched her incredulously. She hadn't known how awkward this would be, but it was. She was completely oblivious to the basics of a healthy relationship. Does she greet him? Kiss him on the mouth? Apologize? What came first, exactly? But, then again, this between them was not healthy.
And it was not a relationship.
With a twist from her hand, the door popped open, only for Matt to slam it shut, forcing Mia to look at him.
Therefore, she did.
That same expression of frustration remained on Matt's face, and it was fair to say that all Mia brought into his life was stress and frown lines. In his gray eyes, there was nothing but confusion as he held her gaze in questioning. One of his hands rested on the roof of his car as if to keep her in place, a trap, her back was pressed on it. He came to a step closer, truly shutting her out from any escape, and under his scrutiny, Mia couldn't help but squirm, her gaze dropping to her costume boots. They were uncomfortable as ever but she hadn't even paid it a lot of mind; too busy worrying about other things.
