Chapter 15: Pack a Bag
*Mia*
“Mia! Get up here now!”
I shot up in bed, breathing heavily. I reached up to wipe my face to find it covered in a thin layer of sweat. I groaned, pressing the heels of my hands into my eyes.
I barely slept the night before after what happened at the club. Each time I tried to shut my eyes, Alphonse’s face filled my mind, only more twisted and cruel. My imagination would run wild as soon as I was unconscious as well, and Alphonse was doing much more than just gripping onto my wrists.
“Mia! I said get up here, you ungrateful brat!”
What could Lucia possibly want? I tried to ignore her yells as I wiped the sweat off my face and tied my hair back before climbing the steps of the basement.
I slowed my steps when I heard several deep voices coming from the sitting room. I crossed the kitchen hesitantly and poked my head in.