Amelia's POV-

As soon as I saw his face my heart stopped in terror. Every single feeling that I had worked diligently to push down and overcome resurfaced. Every awful thing that he had ever done to me flashed through my mind in a split second. How could just someone's face do that to you?

I needed to hide. I couldn't let him see me. He wasn't supposed to mess with me, but I hadn't actually seen him face to face since the day I was released, since the day my life restarted. There was no telling if he'd actually stick to that or not.

I hated him, I hated everything he had ever done to me. It made me sick as I looked at him. He scanned the crowded club slowly, I knew it was only a matter of time before his eyes got to the bar area... and me. I had to get out of there!

I grasped Blake's hand, completely unsure of what to do. He looked at me shocked but I had to do something. I glanced around and my eyes settled on the dancefloor. I sputtered out something about dancing and dragged him onto the floor. I didn't care if he didn't want to dance or not, he had to be a shield for me. If not, I could be in some very deep shit.

I found the most populated area and did a quick scan of the area I brought us to. He was nowhere in sight, thank god. I still felt too exposed, he could spot me at any second. I looked at Blake, he was seemingly looking for someone. I instantly put my body against his and buried my face in his chest. I tried to move, at least a little bit, to make it seem like I was trying to dance, but it was weird nonetheless. I waited for him to push me off or ask me what I was doing, but neither came. He just wrapped an arm around my waist loosely and buried his other hand in my hair. He then swayed with me, he just... held me.

Suddenly tears began leaking from my eyes. I couldn't help it or stop myself, I just cried. I was terrified, angry, and feeling real dumb. I knew that going to a club was a dumb idea and I did it anyways, what a fucking idiot. I just stood there soaking a guy's, who I barely knew, shirt with tears and he didn't even seem to notice. I was fucking pathetic.

After reigning myself in enough to breathe a little, I gained enough courage to lift my head from Blake's chest. I quickly scanned the place and couldn't see him. I knew I had to get out of the club ASAP, but I couldn't leave without Loren. Blake looked at me like I was completely psychotic, I knew I must've looked like a hot mess, not to mention it was rather obvious that I cried all over him. I had to find Loren and get the hell out of the hellish nightmare that I was in.

I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. I needed to fix myself a bit to not draw attention to me and I needed to call Loren. I just prayed she would actually pick up for once in her life.

I got into the bathroom and immediately began bawling again. I couldn't help it, I was so scared and mad and my emotions couldn't handle anymore stress. I looked like a psycho. There were four girls already in the bathroom when I enter but two left as soon as I began crying and the other two washed their hands and then hurried out. I would have found it hilarious that I cleared out a whole bathroom in less that than two minutes, but I was too upset to even think about that.

I called Loren three times and she didn't pick up at all. Where the hell was she when I needed her? Fuck... I almost screamed in anger, I needed to get out of there!

I didn't pay any attention to the bathroom door that opened because I was so stuck in my head trying to come up with a plan. I was leaning with both hands on the sink in front of me. I stared at the crystal clean white porcelain, it took me back to the times I had to wash my bloodstains off of a similar sink. Back when I had to know how to wash my blood off of most types of surfaces. I had to figure out how to get out, I couldn't go back to that type of life. I would rather die.

I looked back up at myself in the mirror and let out a loud scream when I saw the man that was standing behind me. More tears instantly started falling down my face and I felt like I was going to be violently ill.

"mmm... I've missed that sound, amor." He stated and gave me no room to move without touching him. I stared at him through the mirror and immediately stopped the tears. That's what he wanted, to see my pain, I wouldn't let him see the hurt he caused me.

"you know, I've always prided myself on how smart you are. I've always told everyone how you are so beautiful, but also smart. I guess, I was wrong... you coming here is proof of that. Obviously you're stupid. Or did you miss me as much as I've missed you?" he said and grabbed the back of my neck roughly.

He dragged me backwards but I jerked out of his grip and backed away from him towards the wall. He was blocking the only exit. "don't touch me, you fucking psycho." I spat out and watched as he stalked his prey, me being the prey. "don't you remember what your father said? You aren't allowed to come near me. you aren't supposed to even look my way. So stay away, Marcus. I mean, unless you want to face daddy's punishments..." I stated with narrowed eyes. I hoped that was enough for him to leave me alone.

"my father is dead, you stupid bitch." He stated angrily. Everything in my body ceased working as soon as he said those words. "you know what that means right, my little Mia? I am in charge now." He walked forward to me and I pushed myself harder against the wall. That can't be true. "My first order of business, after getting this club opened, was going to be to find you, but looky here. You always know just what I want when I want it. You were always the best thing that ever happened to me."

I had so many things running through my mind to say but I couldn't get any of them out. I had been trained for years to never talk back to him... so I didn't. I couldn't believe it, I was standing in front of him. It had been so long, I had hoped I'd never see him again.

I should have left the city, hell, I should have left the country. I couldn't though. After I saved up enough money to move away, I couldn't. I had a best friend And a job that I liked. I couldn't just up and leave because of one man that had already taken away so much of my life.

I realized how dumb of a decision that was as I stood there and looked at that one man. He was going to ruin me again. Even if I got away, he'd stop at nothing to hurt me and get to me. I wasn't safe, Loren wasn't safe, nothing in my life was safe. Still, I had to get away. Me and Loren could figure it out once I got away, if I got away.

"I think you forgot how to speak to me, Mia. I'm going to have to reteach you, I suppose." He was too close to me at that point.

A stray tear fell out of my eye. I knew he was telling the truth, I knew him well enough to know that. He smirked and caught my tear with a single finger and then licked it off of his finger. I looked at him with a disgusted look. He laughed and ran that finger from my cheek to my chest and shook his head. I shuttered in anger and distress. I needed out of there! I couldn't let him have me again. "my little pet, I've missed this." He said with a glint in his eyes.

"well I definitely didn't miss you." I said making him wipe the smirk off of his face.

"did you really forget what I can do to you so quickly? do you need a refresher, amor?" he asked and brought his fist up to strike me. He flung it forward but I ducked it narrowly with a loud scream.

He laughed and shook his head. "oh my little Mia, how I've missed you and that beautiful sound!" he backed up a few feet and stroked his chin as if he was thinking. "You've gotten much faster since you ran away from me, that's interesting."

"I've gotten much stronger too." I stated and took him off guard by throwing a single hard punch to his face, I caught him in the mouth and his whole head snapped to the left. If I was going to go down I was going to go swinging.

I knew one punch from a small girl like me wouldn't do much to him, but it showed him I would fight him. I would fight for forever to get away from Marcus Mendez, the psycho who stole my life from me.

He straightened out with fire in his eyes. It was the first time I had ever hit him seriously and damn, did it feel good. Fuck Marcus, he deserved it. He deserved much more after all of the bullshit he put me through. He stared at me for a few moments and within seconds he was striding up to me. Oh great, here we go again.

I closed my eyes and braced for the hit, I knew it was coming. Instead of feeling a strong punch to my head I heard a strong hit come from in front of me. I opened my eyes in confusion and what I saw raised my blood pressure to extreme heights.

Blake towered over Marcus while standing protectively in front of me. Oh fuck, what did this boy just get himself into? We were dead meat!

Marcus began to stir so I ran around Blake and stomped on his head harshly, that should have disorientated him for a few seconds for us to get out of there. I grasped Blake's hand and pulled him out of the restroom with me.

"oh shit, what did you just do?" I stated panickily. "fuck, fuck, fuck... We've got to get out of here. Fuck, he's going to kill us." I, uttered as I forcibly made Blake follow me. I had no idea how either of us were gonna get out of our shitty situation.

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