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3 Days Later
Mia's POV
I stood beside Andy in the cafeteria, arms crossed, my eyes were on a difficult mission to not look at the table in the corner. There they sat, quietly talking to each other, I guess they were allowed to socialise now, since they were being executed. The thought of execution gave my mind haunting thoughts. It was hard to believe that execution was still allowed. What was this? Late 1800's? Why couldn't they just keep them in here? Why did they have to be executed?
Anger still consumed me, my tongue biting down on my lip as I tapped my heel lightly on the floor. Andy walked around, looking back at me every now and then to check up on me. I felt so childish and humiliated that Andy had to watch over me like I was some form of a reckless child. Brendon didn't look at me once, his gaze only focused on Ryan and Dallon, who were in deep conversation. He looked like he was trying to chime into the conversation but his mind refused to, distracting him with other thoughts.
He was tense, his arms solid, his jaw clenched. These were signs that he was going through one of his anger sessions. Which made made me very worried. It pained me to see him in that condition, his chest rapidly moving up and down, his breathing rapidly increasing. This was dangerous, and if no one calmed him down, something bad was going to happen. My guilt overweighed my anger, I pushed back the strong urge to hold his hand.
No one noticed that he was in that state. It was like me and him were the only ones in the room, I felt his presence and he felt mine. I imagined a tight rope holding down my feet, refusing to let me move, just so I could contain myself and run up to him. I hated him right now, but my heart was telling me something else. I absolutely loathed this person, but for some reason, I wanted to hold his hand and tell him everything was going to be ok.
I realised I had acted like such a baby. I threw a fit, even though they were the ones getting executed. All the thoughts of fear in their minds right now made me question how they were so contained and calm. I continued to watch Andy, completely pretending that they did not exist. But from the side of my eye, I saw Brendon get up, he walked to the doors, pushing them open with a loud bang, causing them to slam shut behind him.
Andy immediately looked at me.
"Mia don't." He said.
"I'm sorry Andy but I'm the only one that can calm him down." I said.
"Why don't you ever listen to me." He said, grasping my wrist.
"Please let me go before he does anything else that will get him punished." I pleaded.
Andy's grasp loosened, his eyebrows crossed in worry. He inhaled, biting his lip and letting me go.
I mouthed thank you at him, everyone was looking at us, like we were the main actors in a Broadway theatre. I pushed open the doors, running as fast as I could. Security guards had already grabbed ahold of him as he kicked the metal door that was protecting the staff on the other side.
I marched up to the security guards as they waited for me to give them orders.
"Let him go." I said.
"But miss-"
"Let him go." I repeated, cutting them off. Brendon stared at the floor, yanking himself away from the security guards. I unlocked the handcuffs that were on his wrists, I could feel his eyes watching me as I pretended to focus on the handcuffs that I was unlocking. His breathing pattern was still rushing.
I gave the handcuffs to the security guards and allowed them to leave, watching them as they turned around the corner. I grabbed Brendon's arm and pushed him into a room, closing the door behind me.
I sat him down, holding his hands, trying to get rid of the tension that was in them.
"It's ok. Breathe." I said quietly, my eyes finally making contact with his. He leaned forward, his head down, looking at the floor beneath him. I tried to recreate what I had done before, placing my hand over his chest, trying to pick up his heartbeat that was slowly slowing down.
He put his hand over mine, making it look so small compared to his. He slowly clasped my hand, placing it on his warm cheek. I didn't want to talk about anything, but I know he did. And I think I was ready to hear him out.
"I'm so sorry Mia." He finally said.
He put his arm around my shoulder, making me lean forward so that my head was resting on his chest.
"What are we going to do." I said, pulling at the hem of his shirt.
"I want you to promise me something." He said.
"What?" I replied.
"Promise me you will never stop fighting, even after I'm gone." He said. My heart tensed, sending waves of panic to travel around my body.
"What do you mean after I'm gone?" I asked, moving away from him as his gaze followed me.
He stayed quiet, and his silence was slowly killing me.
"You're not going anywhere." I said, a lump forming in my throat. Reality slammed back at me, my anger returning.
"I don't want you to jeopardise your job for me. I want you to let go, so you can live a normal healthy life." He said, completely surprising me. Was he actually giving up?
I stood up, looking down at him.
"I can't begin to think what I will do after you're gone." I said.
"I don't want to hurt you Mia. Staying with me, it is going to hurt you. And I don't want that." He said, standing up and putting his hands on my shoulders.
"I don't care. As long as the pain I feel makes me happy, I am willing to give it a try." I said.
"I want you to face reality Mia. I am going to die. I need you to toughen up and let go as soon as possible." He said. That sentence drew the last straw. I couldn't bear the fact that he was going to leave. And I didn't want to accept it.
