Making sure that I had taken everything necessary with me, I tiptoed down the pitch black corridor. I felt my way down the stairs and walked- by memory- to the door. Yes! I internally cheered when my hand made contact with the doorknob and pressed down. Wow, that was too easy-

Damn! I spoke too quickly -.-

It was locked. I mean, of course it would be locked- who would be so stupid not to lock the door. I let out a small groan- I was so stupid. Now I would have to return to the room and just pass through the window because I had no card or hairpin to unlock the door. Sighing in despair I reluctantly turned around to smack into a wall.

"Fuck, now I slam into walls everywhere I go, I'm getting crazier everyday," I facepalmed.

"And where do you think you're going?" The wall spoke.

"Great! Now walls are talkin- wait, what?" I snapped my head up and sprang backwards when I realized that there was a pair of dark blue eyes boring into mine....and it had been about an inch away from me. My back hit the door with a thud and I wheezed, "What the hell!"

He took a step forward which resulted in me pressing my back into the door as far as I could. He was so close that his minty breath was fanning my face.

"Wh- what are you doing?" I succeeded in saying. I mentally hit myself for stuttering.

"I should be the one to ask you that," his low husky voice sent involuntary chills down my spine.

"What I do is none of your business," I placed my hands on his rock hard chest and pushed but he didn't budge- if anything, I swore he was closer now. The fact that he was shirtless did NOT help. Bunch of stupid hormones.

"Oh it is my business. You're living under my roof. My house, my rules," he drawled.

"Firstly, this is your mother's house and secondly, you don't control me- I can go anywhere and when I want," I seethed. My heart raced when I glanced up and caught sight of his pink, bee-stung lips. Seriously, they made Angelina Jolie's smackers look emaciated.

And why the hell am I comparing a man's lips to a woman's? 

Because they were that...inviting.

The masculine jut of his square jaw and his slightly crooked nose; broken, no doubt. My gaze travelled back to his eyes that were already trained on me- with a look so intense that my legs nearly gave out.

"That's where you're wrong," he said and shuffled impossibly closer before placing his hands on either side of me- successfully trapping me. "This is my house and definitely not my mother's." 

My breath caught and before I knew it, his mouth was pressed against mine. I went numb. My hands fell away from his chest and if he hadn't encircled his arms around me then I would have fallen. His warmth and cologne enveloped me like a blanket and I couldn't help but melt into him.

There were so many emotions making a turmoil in my head that I didn't even realize that my lips were moving in sync with his and that my fingers were tangled in his hair. His hand trailed down my cheeks and set my whole body on fire.

It was when his lips parted from mine that I realized that I had been lacking of oxygen- severely lacking. Our breaths were ragged and harsh but mine was heavier when his mouth trailed down the hollow of my neck to go back up to my lips. His teeth brushed a particular soft spot on my neck and a thousand tiny little pins pricked my neck.

"Blake," I groaned and he tightened his grip on my shoulders. 

"Yes, Hayley?" He breathed out. Just hearing him say my name sent shivers up and down my spine and that was what scared me. My eyes snapped open in horror and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I- I- get away from me!" I pushed him with so much force that he took a huge step backward. Before he could say or do something, I had sprinted upstairs. I unlocked the door and slammed it close. Still breathing harshly, I staggered into the bathroom to come face to face with my terrifying reflection.

My lips were swollen and pink, my hair tangled, my skin flushed and my eyes- my eyes that had been just a few hours ago a dull gray had turned bright and lively. I touched my reflection, terror and another unknown feeling swarming in my eyes. I looked so vulnerable- like I had been once upon a time. No. I wouldn't cry. All I would do was try and get away from here as fast as possible. Bring Mia and I far away from this place. 

....And of course forget about Blake. I would not let myself become weak. All Blake would do was bring out the old me and that was the only thing that I could not allow to happen. Not if I wanted to protect Mia and I would protect Mia till my last breath. The old me couldn't protect her- but now I changed.

I splashed my face with cold water before slipping under the covers and wrapping an asleep Mia in my arms. I didn't even bother changing into more comfortable clothes. Screw the big fight being held tonight, screw the amount of money I would have gained, screw the amount of things I could have given to Mia with the money I could have gained tonight and screw Blake. I fell asleep.

"Mia, hide in the closet, I'm going to deal with mom," I gently pushed her towards the closet.

"Bu- but- what about you-" She started, her eyes tearing up.

"-No buts. I'm going to be fine. I promise you'll be safe here," I gave her Mr. Cuddly, her favorite teddy bear. She squeezed the life out of it once it was in her arms.

"Promise me you'll block your ears," I whispered and she nodded vigorously.

CRASH!

Both Mia and I jumped in shock and now heavy footsteps could be heard climbing up the stairs. Huge tears flowed down my little sister and all I wanted to do was hug her but I didn't have enough time. I pushed her in the closet and slammed it shut just as the door of the room swung wide open.

My mother stepped in, a bottle of whisky in her hand and anger all over the face. I gulped as she advanced towards me. She was swaying and stumbling. I stepped aside just as she threw herself at me. Fear made me cower back when she stood up again and this time fury was clear on her face.

"You b*tch!" She cried out.

"Mom stop," I whispered, shaking my head. There was a little 8 year old girl hiding in the same room and possibly hearing everything.

"STOP?!" She screeched and I flinched, "I CAN'T STOP! I won't ever stop because of you, you little pest! You ruined my life you murderer, you killed him!"

Tears flowed down my cheeks and I choked up, "I-I-didn't-"

"SHUT  UP , you worthless being! How could I have created such a horror?! What did I do to deserve you? A spawn of the devil," She spat and threw the bottle at the wall, making it break into a million pieces.

"I didn't k- kill him," I cried.

"You see those pieces of shattered glass? Yeah, well, this is how my heart is know because of YOU!" She slapped me and my head whipped back.

"I didn't kill him!" I wailed.

"If you hadn't gone out with the son of a llama called Nicholas, none of this would have happened! If you had just opened your legs everything would be fine! But no! You had to go run up to daddy and get him killed!" She pulled her hair, her blood shot eyes watering up.

"I-I didn't know-"

"I can't look at you anymore, you're a disgrace!" She staggered out of the room, leaving me on the floor.

"Just remember," she stopped by the door, "I. Hate. You," She gritted her teeth and descended the stairs. Her words hit me- hard. They were the worst thing she could have said. I stayed on the floor, tears pooling out nonstop. I wanted to get up and get myself cleaned up to help Mia out of the closet but I couldn't. I just layed there.

A soft hand fell onto my shoulders and I lifted my eyes up to stare into electric blue ones.

"M- mia, I told you to stay in the closet," I whispered. She said nothing and curled up beside me.

A few hours later, I learnt my mom had had a car accident.

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Hey guys! I'm sorry for late update and for this horrible chap.