Chapter 18

Mia POV
 
"Morning," as I approached the dining table to have my breakfast, my blurry vision spotted the young man who was fast on his meal.
 
"Mia," the young man called up to her name with a smile on his face.
 
Mia came closer to him and sat down, picking up her spoon, to start gee meal.
 
"Where's Alexander?" I looked at her with a smirk and a calm tone.
 
"In his room,"
 
"Hope he already had his breakfast already," Ethan asked.
 
"I think so," I smiled.
 
"Okay, so eat," he focused more on his food.
 
We both are for a while with no words, and as soon as we both were already done with the food, we approached the sitting room.
 
"You aren't going to work today?" I asked him, going through my phone.
 
"No, I'm staying home." 
 
"That great," I smiled looking at him.
 
"Can I ask you something?" He drew nearer as I just dropped my phone, looking into his eyes.
 
"Go on"
 
"Promise you won't get mad at me," he pleaded.
 
"I promise." I gave an unsure statement that came up with a stammer.
 
"Okay," he breathes in and out.
 
"Hmmmm," he just kept me in suspense with his reaction as I just gave another different look.
 
"Why don't you tell your family to come over or your sister so you can have quality time together, I mean all of us?" I hissed, picking up my phone.
 
"Where are my words harsh?" He pleaded.
 
Nope,"  I faked smiled, looking into his eyes as he gave a sigh of relief.
 
"Your words have helped me remember my past." 
 
"And thanks to you, I am going to remember how they betrayed me and sold me out to your family." I stood up with revealing anger.
 
"Sit down, Mia!" Ethan stood up with a commanding tune.
 
"Why should I do so?" I protested.
 
"Don't take my soft act as weakness," I laughed.
 
"Who asked you to be soft?" I grinned my teeth hard.
 
"My father" 
 
"Fuck that your father."
 
"How dare you Mia?" His anger became more visible than I have ever seen.
 
"How dare who?" I chuckled. "Your vegetable father caused my life to be like this." He stretched out his hand.
 
"Mia, do you think I wanted this for myself?" He also grinned.
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"I was on drugs that night," he paused. "Sex herb tea that your mother gave to me."
 
"You must be mad." I hissed, trying to walk out, but he pulled me back.
 
"I won't love us to get into issues that would involve my father, so stay out," he warned.
 
"Do your worst?" I looked into his eyes with more and less pain.
 
He laughed at me and adjusted before walking away from me.
 
 
I stood there glancing and seething with anger and hurt deep down within me. How could Ethan be so cruel and heartless? How could he laugh at me like that without pity?
 
I tried to walk away again, but Ethan caught me by the arm.
 
"Mia, don't go," he said, his voice softening and calm.
 
I turned to him, my eyes blazing with anger and deep pain. 
 
"Let me go, Ethan," I spat with a vemon of anger.
 
"You're hurting me."
 
Ethan's grip on my arm tightened. 
 
"I'm not hurting you, Mia. I'm trying to explain something to you."
 
I tried to shake him off, but he held me fast.
 
"Explain what?" I demanded. 
 
"Explain how you and your father ruined my life? Explain how you put me here?"
 
Ethan's eyes dropped, and he looked away. 
 
. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Mia," he said.
 
"I was weak, and I made a mistake."
 
I laughed, a harsh, bitter sound.
 
"A mistake?" I repeated. "You call ruining my life a mistake? You call putting me into months of pain a mistake?"
 
Ethan's eyes flashed back to mine, and he pulled me closer. 
 
"I know I hurt you, Mia," he said. 
 
"But I love you. " He stammered, "And I want to make it right."
 
I struggled against him, but he held me fast with almost everything within him.
 
"You don't love me," I spat. "You don't even know what love is. You evil soul" 
 
Ethan's face reddened, and he pulled me closer, nearing his chest.
 
"I do love you, Mia," he said. "And I'm going to prove it to you even if it takes everything I have."
 
And with that, he kissed me, his lips hard and demanding. I struggled against him, but he held me fast, his arms wrapped around me like a vice, with me still fighting for myself that he held tight.
 
I felt a surge of anger and hurt, and I bit his lip hard just to free myself. Ethan yelped in pain, and his grip on me loosened. I took advantage of the momentary distraction to push him away, hard.
 
Ethan stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and pain. I stood there, my chest heaving with anger, and racing fast as if a race were held there. .
 
"Don't ever touch me again," I spat. "Don't ever come near me again or lay your hands on me."
 
And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving Ethan standing there, alone and defeated.
 
I walked out of the house, into the bright sunlight, and took a deep breath. I felt a sense of freedom wash over me, a sense of release and new hope.
 
I knew that I had made the right decision, that I had finally taken control of my life.
 
I walked to the nearest bus station and bought a ticket to the city. 
 
I had no idea what I would do when I got there, but I knew I needed to get away from Ethan and his family at that point in time.
 
As the bus drove away from the suburbs and into the city, I felt a sense of excitement mixed with fear and anxiety.
 
I was finally doing something for myself, something that would change my life forever and give me a new name.
 
I got off the bus at the city center and looked around, behaving like one who arrived newly there.
 
The streets were bustling with people of different kinds, and the skyscrapers towered above me. I felt small and insignificant, but in a good way.
 
I walked to the nearest cafe and sat down at a table. I ordered a coffee and pulled out my phone. I had no idea what I was going to do next, but I knew I needed to start fresh.
 
 
 
As I sat there with a quick sigh, sipping my coffee slowly and feeling the sun on my face, I still gave thought to what Ethan said to me.
 
Although I was finally taking control of my life, and I was never going to let anyone hurt me again.