Las Vegas

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To me, sleep has always been the cure to everything so when I slipped into a deep sleep the previous night, all the events were forgotten for those hours. I slept like a baby, and I was a little surprised because I expected to have nightmares but somehow, having Mitchell near me helped. 

However, the worst part about sleeping after a traumatic event was waking up in the morning. The first few seconds after opening my eyes were fine because my mind was still half asleep but in no time, a fully conscious state settled in and everything that I wished to forget from the previous night flashed in my mind like a rush of waves, tumbling and crashing until that awful, dull feeling erupted in the pit of my stomach.

The feeling of dread mixed with anxiety took over, my breathing picked up a notch as well as my heartbeat. I told myself that I needed to calm down and that I was safe in bed. I took in a deep breath and that seemed to help a little.

My body felt hot, so much that I thought I might've come down with a fever, but I knew that wasn't the case. The reason I was so hot was that I was wearing a thick hoodie, with joggers and was practically wrapped up in Mitchell's arms. His arm was around me and my head was still on his chest. I hadn't realized it but in my anxiety state, I clutched his shirt in my fists, holding on to him to prevent me from falling down the dark hole of yesterday's memories.

"Good morning." My thoughts were put to a halt when Mitchell spoke in a gruff, morning voice.

I titled my back to see him gazing down at me, his eyes were a little sleepy, but he still looked refreshed and well-rested.

"Morning." I groggily mumbled rubbing my eyes.

"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." He said softly.

I frowned, "How long have you been awake for?"

"A while," He answered, "I can't sleep in as you might've noticed by now."

"Yeah, you're a freaking rooster." I murmured and hearing that he chuckled.

I stretched my legs and felt his against mine, I just realized that my one leg was between his, my hand on his stomach and my head on his chest. I had no idea how, but I slept in that one position all night and it felt... good. For someone who hated cuddling and any form or close contact with anyone, it felt like the best sleep I had in a long time.

"What's the time?" I asked him as I lifted my head off his chest.

He kept his one hand around me as he stretched the other one to reach for his watch on the pedestal. He glanced at the silver device before placing it back.

"Just a little after nine-am." He answered, "We have a long drive ahead of us today, if we want to make it in time to stop Owen and Faith from getting married, we need to get up soon."

Over the last week, Mitchell always got up before me and then bugged me to get up once he was done showering, so I couldn't help but wonder why he was still in bed and moreover why he didn't wake me up sooner.

"I'm surprised you didn't get up at the crack of dawn as usual." I commented.

He took in a breath and gazed warmly at me, his fingers made small circular patterns on my arm as he spoke, "You were so sound asleep, I didn't want to wake you."

"And," He added in an even softer tone, "I promised to not go of you until you asked me to."

I gulped as I looked at the sincerity in his eyes, he was so caring and kind that it warmed my heart. After the way he took care of me the previous night, I almost forgot about the fight we had before I walked off and...

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you remember." He quickly apologized.

I guess the horror of the previous night's happening was present in my eyes when I just thought about it and that's why he was quick to apologize. But I had my moment of vulnerability and I was grateful to have Mitchell there for me, however I needed to collect myself and try to forget it. I couldn't allow myself to be vulnerable and let what happened to control me, no I was strong and I needed to handle this with the strength that I have worked so hard to attain all my life.

I grinned at him as convincingly as I could, "No, I'm fine."

He searched my face for a long moment before he spoke, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I just want to forget last night forever."

"Mila," He began softly, "You don't have to bottle everything up, I'm here if you want to talk or cry or-"

"I don't want to talk about it again," I cut him off brusquely before adding softly, "Please."

He nodded and half grinned at me, "Of course."

I took in a breath and untangled myself from him, shifting to the other side of the bed.

"You can shower first; I'll lay down for a while." I told him.

He stretched the arm that was around me all night and sighed, I guess because of me it was a little stiff. I watched as he pushed aside the covers and got out of bed, his hair was a little disheveled, but it suited him. He stretched his arms up, resulting in his shirt lifting and exposing his V-line.

When he turned to face me, I quickly shut my eyes. I didn't want him to know that I was staring. He must've thought I fell off to sleep again because without a word, I heard him walk off and after a short while, I heard the bathroom door shut.

While Mitchell was in the bathroom, I lay on my back and kept my eyes closed. I knew it was traumatic and it was still fresh in my mind, but I needed to remind myself that nothing happened. That vile, awful monster didn't get what he wanted, he touched me and the mere thought of it made me sick to my stomach, but I also needed to remind myself that a lot worse could've happened.

I took in deep breaths and mentally gave myself a pep talk, I was never vulnerable, so I wasn't going to be now. I needed to put on my brave and face be my usual self, that was the best way to get over what happened. I told myself that after I showered and left the motel room, I was going to leave the previous night here and never revisit it.

I was in my spot for a long while, my eyes were closed and I kept on repeating the same words over and over in my mind until it listened and I could be 'happy Mila' again. The last thing I wanted was for Faith to see me like this and ask a thousand questions – I was going to stop her wedding, that would be enough drama for her to handle.

My eyes opened when I heard the bathroom door open, I watched the steam exit from the bathroom as Mitchell walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

'Come on, Mila, say something that makes you sound back to normal.' I mentally told myself.

"That is by far the worst shower I ever had!" Mitchell exclaimed when he reached for his bag on the floor and dropped it at the foot of the bed.

"That freaking curtain couldn't stay in place and the water pressure was shit!" He carried on complaining.

I sighed while rolling my eyes when I muttered, "Rich people problems."

I plopped myself up, resting my weight on my elbows and whistled, taking in his damp chest, wet hair, and chiseled abs. Mitchell stopped what he was doing and looked at me with a raised brow.

"You are a sight for sore eyes." I drawled, my eyes roaming his body.

"I see Mila is back in action." He mumbled and if I wasn't mistaken, he smiled but covered it up quickly.

I sat up fully and stretched my arms, "She never left."

He looked as if he were about to say something but held back, instead he shook his head and went back to digging through his bag.

I pushed aside the covers and got up, after stretching once more I made my way around the bed and before I could get my suitcase, I stopped a few inches away from Mitchell.

"One day, I'm going to see what you're hiding underneath that towel, and you're going to love it." I winked at him.

He stilled and slowly turned his head to look at me, "Get in the shower, we're late."

I sighed and made my way to the suitcase, I grabbed my toiletry bag, clean undergarments, a pair of jeans, and a tank top to wear.

As I made my way to the bathroom, Mitchell threw over his shoulder, "While, you're in there make sure to clean your dirty mind."

I couldn't help but smile, it seemed it wouldn't be as hard as I thought it would for things to go back to normal between us. I glanced at him over my shoulder to see him wearing a very similar grin on his face, he looked at me and I at him and for a split second our gazes locked before I turned and made my way to the bathroom.

As soon as I was in the bathroom my smile dropped because the memories of the previous night flashed in my mind – the way I broke down and cried my heart out, the despair, fear, and revolt I felt came rushing in one wave and I found that I was on the verge of hyperventilating. I shut my eyes and instead reminded myself that I was safe, and no one was going to hurt me again, at least not in that motel room.

I exhaled loudly and controlled my breathing, my eyes landed on the trash can where I tossed my clothes and I was dreading to see them but as I looked closer, I noticed that the takeout packaging from the previous night was flooding the trashcan. A small smile tugged at my lips when I realized that Mitchell purposely threw it in the bathroom trashcan, so I wouldn't have to see that awful outfit from the previous night.

After a quick shower, I dressed in my clothes and after gathering my dirty clothes and toiletry bag, I made my way out.

When I walked back into the room, I heard Mitchell's voice and when my eyes found him, he was seated on a chair with his cell phone at his ears.

"Yeah, I will forward the picture and all details as soon as I hang up." Mitchell said and he sounded serious.

He nodded and listened attentively as the other person on the line spoke, I couldn't hear properly but it sounded like a male.

"I appreciate it, I thought you were going to be mad when I told you I beat the shit out of him but, I'm glad we're on the same page." Mitchell said.

Hearing his last sentence made me realize what he was talking about and I stilled, I gulped when I figured that he was talking about the man who almost raped me. His face flashed in my mind, the feel of his awful hands was fresh on my skin again and his menacing, but pleasure-filled eyes made my heart race.

"Um," Mitchell ran a hand through his damp hair which was now neatly combed, "I should be there by tonight or tomorrow the latest."

The other person spoke for a short while before Mitchell spoke again, "Yeah I won't forget, I'll send it right away."

"Alright, thanks again Dad, see you soon." Mitchell added and then hung up.

When he slid his phone in his pocket his gaze met my curious ones and I think my eyes told him how haunted I felt hearing him speak of that person.

Mitchell stood up and took a cautious step towards me, he examined my features before he softly spoke.

"Are you alright?"

I composed myself and exhaled, looking at Mitchell's blue-grey eyes and hearing his voice snapped me out of that dark place I almost slipped back into.

I nodded and plastered on a smile to convince him, "Yeah."

I was about to walk away but Mitchell held my shoulder, stopping me. I looked at him wide-eyed and he wore the same soft expression as before I fell off asleep.

"You overheard the conversation I just had with my dad, right?" He asked.

I nodded, "A little."

Mitchell let go of me and pinched the bridge of his nose before saying, "I'm sorry, I should've gone out to speak but I didn't want to leave you alone in this shithole."

Mitchell surely had a protective side to him and I appreciated that so much but I also didn't want him to smother me, I wasn't used to that at all so I needed things to just be normal again – back to when we argued, fought and I messed with him; back to when we hated each other.

I took in a breath, "No, it's fine. I'm alright."

"Sure?" He asked for assurance.

"Yes Bitchell, I'm always fine." I grinned at him but by the way he was looking at me, he didn't seem convinced. However, he thankfully didn't pursue the topic.

I held onto the hoodie he lent me the previous night and handed it to him, he looked at it then at me.

"Keep it with you, you can give it back another time. My bag is already in the car." He said.

I nodded and made my way to pack away my stuff, I was more than happy to leave this awful place.

While I put aside my laundry and other belongings, Mitchell's conversation with his father played at the back of my mind, I was curious and even a little scared to know what he was going to do to that disgusting human being.

"Um, Mitch." I began with my back to him, "What are you going to do to him?"

Mitchell didn't answer but remained quiet, so I stopped what I was doing and turned around to face him. He was taking a picture of the driver's license he took off that man last night, when he was done, he slipped it into his wallet and put his phone away.

He looked at me, "What do you want me to do with him?"

I blinked twice, "I mean, as much as I would like it, but I won't want you to do anything... illegal."

Mitchell frowned a fraction, "Illegal?"

I nodded, "Yeah, like murder."

Mitchell chuckled, "What kind of family do you think I belong to?"

"I don't know but I do know you're from a very influential, wealthy family and you know... you do have rich people privileges." I muttered.

Mitchell took steps closer to me, he looked into my eyes when he spoke, "That bastard is going to get what he deserves and that's a prison cell for a very long time. I spoke to my dad and sent him all the details I have, and his lawyer will handle it."

That sounded better than what I thought he would do but if it was going the legal route, it meant that I had to see that disgusting pigs face again, I had to testify in court and go through the lengthy procedure of a trial. And that was something that I did not want to do, as much as I wanted him to be punished, I wanted to just forget the awful ordeal even more.

I shut my eyes and said under my breath, "I don't want to see his face ever again."

My eyes were forced to open when I felt Mitchell's hands on my shoulders, his eyes were boring into mine with concern.

"You won't ever have to see his face again, I promise you that." He assured me.

"But there'll be a trial and I'll have to testify, and I don't know if I'm willing to go through all that. I just want to forget everything." I told him.

"You won't have to testify or even go to court. My father's lawyers will handle everything swiftly, from attaining footage from the parking lot last night to getting that bastard thrown in jail." Mitchell said, "The only thing they might need from you is a signature on a statement, stating what happened."

I exhaled, "How are you going to manage that? Trials don't work that way, I watched enough criminal shows to know that much."

The corners of Mitchell's lips twitched into a vague grin, "You said so yourself, rich people privileges. My father is a very well-known and respected man, he knows the right kind of people to get things done."

I was more than grateful to what Mitchell and now his father was doing for me, I wasn't anyone to them, but they were going out of their way to make sure my perpetrator got punished. I could see where Mitchell got his good traits from, it seemed his family were good people.

"Thank you." I smiled gratefully at him.

"Don't mention it." He returned my grin.

"Now," He added, "Pack up so we can grab quick breakfast and hit the road."

I realized he was still holding onto my shoulders so I gave him a look, "I know it might be hard, but could you let go of me?"

He rolled his eyes and pulled away.



After checking out, we had a quick breakfast at the diner and hit the road.

"Here we go, on the road again," I began singing to myself just as we hit the highway, "Like a band of Gypsies we go down the highway."

"Here we go again." I heard Mitchell mumble under his breath.

Although this time when he said that it was different – he didn't seem half as annoyed or frustrated as he did the other times. There was amusement in his voice and that made me smile a little, it had only been six days since were together but so much had changed in those days.

"You know today is the last day we're hitting the road together." I pointed out.

He glanced at me with a small frown, "No, really?"

"Yep, we reach Vegas today and after stopping those two clowns from making a circus of their lives, I'll fly to New York and you're going to be all alone again with Sadie – on your way to Los Angeles." I told him.

He didn't say anything for a moment but fixed his eyes firmly on the road in front, his hands were on the steering wheel but the more I looked at his face, it seemed his mind was elsewhere.

He turned to look at me with a ghostly grin, "Yeah, I never realized that until now."

When he averted his gaze back to the road I reached for my bag and dug around until I found what I was looking for.

In my hand was a neatly folded tissue, I extended my hand and offered it to Mitchell, "Here."

He glanced at the tissue for a split second before looking in front again, "What is that for?"

"To wipe away your tears for when we go our separate ways." I told him.

He raised a brow at me, "You mean tears of joy?"

"No, tears of despair and longing," I dramatically corrected him, "You're going to spend sleepless nights, tossing and turning, just wishing I were there next to you."

I sighed deeply, "I know it's going to be hard for you Bitchell, but this is where our journey has to end – this is where we bid farewell and go our separate ways."

"So, go on take it," I insisted he take the tissue, "So that when you wipe away those tears, you'll remember me by something."

Mitchell once again glanced at the tissue then back at me, he took the tissue from me and I grinned triumphantly. It felt good for things to be normal between us again – where I left him speechless.

I wondered what he was doing when he brought the tissue to his mouth and wiped his lips before he opened his mouth and slightly blew over the tissue. My eyes widened when he ran the tip of his tongue over a piece of the tissue.

"What are you doing?" I drawled.

He turned to me and with a smirk, he dropped the tissue on my thigh.

"I think you ought to rather keep it," He said and winked before adding, "You can use my saliva flavored tissue to clean yourself up with you get wet dreams about me."

My jaw dropped; I had no idea how much he had to twist his mind to come up with that retort.

He grinned triumphantly at my speechless state before he pressed on the accelerator and overtook the car in front of us.

We drove in silence for a long while, I was wearing the Prada sunglasses I took from Mitchell while I admired the scenic route we were driving on. The sky was a bright blue and the sun was shining so brightly that one would've never guessed there was a storm the afternoon before. I admired how the blue from the sky so effortlessly enhanced the greens from the grass we drove pass and how golden it made the rockwork on the surrounding canyons look.

My admiration of nature was interrupted when, surprisingly, Mitchell

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