I'm living in a daydream, nothing that could wake me now

-Ruelle

I first realized things weren't right when I was lying on the ground, wondering what I'd done wrong that made her go to him. I remembered her words. She'd told me Noah's intentions weren't to hurt me, they were to take me away from her so that he could get a chance with her again. We'd been so busy thinking he would go after me, but his easiest way would be to go after her, because we weren't expecting it.

I'd jumped up from the ground, grabbed my phone in my hand, the screen broken because I'd thrown it on the wall after reading the message and dialed Dean's number. He picked up in four rings, like he always did.

"Mia's gone."

"What? Where?" He asked. I heard shuffling from the other side.

"Mia is gone. She left me a message, breaking up with me and telling me she loves her ex boyfriend-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, dude, chill down. What's going on?" I heard him clearer this time, meaning he'd gone out of the room, into the hall.

"You remember that guy from the football trials?" When he hummed, I continued. "He is Mia's ex. That's a long story. He came back because he still has feelings for her and he threatened her to hurt me if she didn't leave me. And now he has her."

There was silence on the other end. "What do mean has her?" He asked finally.

"I don't know. The message said that she is going away for a while to clear her head and that he was with her. Dude, he sent me that message, Mia didn't. I don't know what he's doing with her. If he hurts her-"

"Theo, listen to me." Dean said, I heard the engine of a car being started. "I'm on my way to your house right now, okay? We'll see it from there."

He arrived ten minutes later to find me pacing in my living room. He made me sit down on the couch but that didn't help my panicked state. I couldn't stop thinking about how she would be, where she was. If that motherfucker touched a hair on her head I would tear him apart by his fucking limbs.

"How do you know he kidnapped her?" Dean asked me. "How can you be so sure that the message was sent by him and not actually her?"

"Because I know her." I said urgently. "She wouldn't break up with me over text. And it said that she'd been spending time with him but that's a lie because she has stayed with me since that day. She hasn't left my side."

I threw away the vase kept on the counter, letting it break into pieces, letting it resemble the state of my heart. My heart was breaking into a million more pieces than the fucking vase.

"Theo, calm down, we'll find her." He went over inside to make a phone call. I knew he was talking to Scott.

I love you, Theo.

I'd failed her. I'd promised to keep her safe and always protect her. I'd broken my promise to her. She was falling down and I wasn't there to catch her. I slammed my fist in the wall, not flinching when my knuckles throbbed with pain. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental trauma I was in.

"Theo, Theo! Dude, punching the wall isn't going to help us." Dean pushed me away and forced me to sit down.

"What do I do? What the fuck do I do? She's gone and I don't know where she is, or how she is, or what he is doing with her. I- what if something happens to her?" My body turned numb when that thought entered my mind.

"Nothing will happen to her."

"That is the same fucking sentence I'd said to her and look what happened!" I shouted. I drowned my head in my hands, pulling my hair using fingers, hard enough to hurt. "We need to find her. I need to find her. I can't- I can't live without her. She can't leave me."

He patted my back. "I talked to Scott, he's on his way right now but it'll take him a few hours to reach here. We have to go the cops to file a missing report."

"It hasn't been 24 hours since she's disappeared. They won't do it." I whispered. My brain was suddenly filled up with the visuals of what could happen to her.

"Theo, you can't lose hope." Dean said softly. "You have to be confident. You have to be positive. I know she must be trying to get away from wherever she is and we need to help her, do you understand me? She needs help. She needs you."

I nodded my head, trying to calm myself down.

I'll find you, baby. I promise.

"Let me the fuck out." I shouted, pulling my hand away, hissing when the cuff broke my skin. "Noah! You can't fucking keep me here. People will know I'm missing."

It had been an hour since I'd been here. I didn't know how long that asshole planned to keep me. My throat was sore by the times I'd screamed, loud enough for Noah to leave the room because he couldn't handle my voice.

"That pathetic asshole of your boyfriend is too drowned in the sorrow of you leaving him to notice you're gone." Bethany spat out. Bethany was his servant. She was a bitch, and Noah had asked her to keep a watch on me. Motherfucking asshole.

"What did you say?" I felt dread creeping down my veins. "What the fuck did you say to him? Noah, what the fuck did you tell him?"

"Sir did what you should have done a long time ago. He told him you were leaving him."

"He will know you're lying." I screamed. "He knows me and he knows I'm not breaking up with him. He'll come to get me and he'll fucking ruin you all."

"Shut up, bitch." Bethany sneered. "If it were up to me you'd have a tape plastered to your fucking mouth."

"Well it's not up to you, stupid cunt." I hissed out. "Because you're just his servant. A pathetic servant who's helping him commit a crime. You'll pay with him. You're a psychotic bitch just like your fucking Sir. Fuck-" She moved too fast for me to comprehend. My face whipped to the other side when I felt a sting on my cheek.

My blood boiled. I kicked her in the stomach with my leg. She ricocheted back. I felt satisfaction surge inside me.

She slapped me again. "Listen up, bitch. I'm tolerating you, that does not mean you-"

"Bethany?" She froze when she heard her name being called out. His eyes roamed around my face, lingering on her hand that was grabbing my hair. "Did you fucking hit her?"

"Sir-sir..I, please, sir-"

"You fucking hit her?!" Noah bellowed out. "What did I tell you do, Bethany?"

"Watch her." She whispered, looking down.

"And what the fuck did you actually do?"

"She- she was shouting. She was talking shit about you and-" Her head whipped to the side just like mine had seconds ago. I looked with my eyes wide as she clutched her cheek tightly, his hand print very much visible on her face

"Never raise a hand on her." Noah stood beside her, his hand outstretched, his voice deathly calm. "You never hit the person I love or you deal with me, do you understand me?"

She remained quiet.

"I asked you a fucking question, Bethany."

"Yes-yes sir." She replied back timidly. She cowered in fear, and ran away from the room when Noah asked her to. His eyes met mine and they softened, roaming around my face, checking for injuries. His outstretched hand reached for me, trying to stroke my cheek, but I whipped my head away.

"The longer you fight me, the harder it's gonna get." He said silently. "I am standing in front of you and I'm saying-"

"Theo will kill you when he finds you, do you know that?" I interrupted him. "You know he's capable of it."

His eyes hardened. "He won't find us. You know why?" When I didn't say anything, he continued. "We're leaving the country tonight."

"What?"

"I've already performed all the formalities. You'll be changing your name to Amelia Archway to make things easy. We're going to fly over to Venice, and start our lives there. Just you and me."

"Fuck you!" I spat out. "Fuck you for even thinking I'll go anywhere with you."

"You don't have an option, love." He replied softly. "I know you're just fighting me because you're still hurt that I left you. And I'm sorry that I had to go. But at that time it was important. I promised you I would come back for you and I did."

"You fucking kidnapped me!" I shouted. "I-"

"I came back three years ago." He looked down as he said this. That made me shut up. "I'd heard about your father's death, and I wanted to give you some time to deal with that. I came to get you after a month. I heard you'd moved."

"You-"

"You changed numbers, Amelia. Canada is fucking huge! How could I have known where you were? I waited for a year, I stayed here for a year, but you didn't come. I lost all the hope I had. I thought I'd lost you forever. But I found you again. That shows we're meant to be together, baby. It's just time until you realize that."

"I don't love you." I said. "I loved you but I don't anymore. Because I can't love two people at the same time, Noah. And I love Theo."

His face hardened even more if that was possible. He got up suddenly. "I will make you forget his existence, Amelia. I promise you that."

"It's a good thing you suck at keeping promises then, right?" A ghost of a smirk appeared on my face. "You're a fool to think that you can make me forget him. There's nothing in this entire world that will make me forget him, do you understand me?"

"I did so much for you!" He shouted and slapped his hand on the bed, right beside my feet. "I'm doing so much for us, why can't you see that?"

"Kidnapping me is not something you're doing for us, Noah." I murmured. "Kidnapping me is a desperate move. It shows that you've begun to realize I'll never be with you, and that's why you're using force. Well guess what, I'm not going to be with you whatsoever. If you think you can bend me down using force, then you never knew me. You never knew what my respect meant to me."

"Everything, I've ever done, has always been for you." He kneeled down in front of me. I was starkly reminded of the time when Theo had done the same and I'd wanted to cry. But right now, I felt no remorse. "You have to believe me. I tolerated your fucked up family for us, I never gave up on us despite all the threats your father gave me. I listened to you, I became your safe house, Amelia, don't you remember that? I stayed away from you only to come back to you later, I crashed that old motherfucker's car for us and-"

"What?" I opened my mouth, puffs of air leaving the opening. "What did you say?"

He looked up, visibly pale. He knew he'd messed up. "Baby-"

I scrambled away from him, clutching at the sheets when he moved a step closer to me. I looked down at my hands, only to find them shaking. "You- you crashed the c-car?"

"For us."

"You killed my father?" The ground beneath me had vanished. I was shaking at an uncontrollable pace, his words not leaving my head. I imagined my father looking for me, roaming in the streets in the dark night, helpless and hopeless. I'd never got along with my father, but I cherished family. And he was family. And he was taken away from me by the guy I'd trusted with all my heart, the one I'd left my father for.

"Amelia-"

"Stay away from me!" I screamed. "You monster, stay the fuck away from me."

He had the shame to look down at the ground. "I never meant for you to find out. He would have never let us be together. It wasn't planned. I just- I saw his car that day and I- I acted on impulse."

"Everyone was right about you." The tears had started to fall. "You are a psycho. You're heartless. You crushed my family-"

"Let's face it, love. Your family was already crushed. It wasn't like you loved your father. And you didn't even really know the reality of your mother. Your family was already fucked up and it was coming in the way of you and I-"

"I hate you, Noah." I said softly, looking down at the white sheets dampening from the flood escaping my eyes. "I've never said that to you because it's a very strong emotion, and I'd never felt that way about you. I trusted you, and you tore me apart in pieces."

Then I looked in his eyes, saying every word with my heart, meaning them with everything in me, "I hate you."

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