#mia!au

@echobcrn

When Layla saw Mia, she could tell the situation was bad, but waited until Noah left to try to peel the story out of her. It took a lot of effort, especially as she started to sob once more, but when she heard it all, she kept thinking there was no way. Mia barely let anyone touch her, and this was so far beyond that. She couldn’t help but wonder why Noah didn’t take her to the hospital cause Layla sure had her suspicions, insisting that they go. Mia wasn’t in much shape to argue, too distraught over everything. It was difficult at the hospital, the doctor Mia knew wasn’t there, and she had to be slowly coaxed into everything, though she absolutely refused the pelvic exam. The mention of it had her literally climbing under the hospital bed, being small enough for that. Still, the blood test confirmed Layla’s suspicions. She gave her friend time to tell Noah, trying every way she could think of to explain why the situation wasn’t her fault. It didn’t work. Mia was just certain she’d ruined things with Noah.  

After two days, Layla had enough, especially considering the girl refused to eat or even get up to shower. Texting Noah, she simply said, “Are you going to talk to her or what? I took her to the hospital that night. She was drugged. Just get your ass over here and fix this cause she’s a damn mess and hasn’t moved. She won’t eat, hell, she won’t shower. I have to work. Spare key is on the top of the door frame.” Layla hadn’t wanted to be the one to tell him, but she didn’t think Mia would do it. Hitting send, she told Mia she had to work, and headed out, leaving the phone nearby her just in case.

Mia had been seeing Alexander awhile now, six months, at least, if she had the count right. She trusted him. He was good to her, nice to her, he took care of her. When she was bitten and turned, it was a terrifying process, not understanding what was going on, what was happening. He’d been the one to help her through it all. Thus far, she liked being close to him, liked kissing him, and thought maybe she could handle it - sex. The evening had been perfect, and the tiny female didn’t want to go home. All she wanted was to stay with him. Her words had been soft and shy, not being terribly clear when she said she thought she was ready -- for... you know... I think, maybe... her soft features turning pink then red at the words. Lips met, hands slowly wandered, clothes even began to peel away. When they got to the bed, his form on top of hers, feeling the hardness pressing against her, she panicked. Mia was shaking, gasping, legs pulled up to her chest, “I - I’m - I’m sorry. I, I can’t. I can’t,” she let out a rough breath, trying to calm down. He wasn’t him. She kept trying to remind herself of that. “I’m scared,” she admitted with a little whimper, her heart hammering in her chest which had her tugging at the covers to pull it over her half naked form.