Can You Fix The Broken?

“Mia?” I yelled, bursting in through the door.

The first thing I saw was Mia’s sprawled out body on the floor, obviously unconscious. There was a tall male figure kneeling next to her body, and before he could make a move Felix ran up and struck him in the back of his head.

“Get the fuck away from her!” Felix growled.

“Son of a bitch, that fucking hurt. It’s me you dumbass.” The figure exclaimed, turning around.

“Chris?” I asked, the light from outside showing me his face.

“Yes, I got here early, I sent you a text like two hours ago.” He groaned, getting up and holding his head tight.

“My phone is here, it died before we left. I’m sorry, man.” I apologized.

“Well I’m sorry about her, poor thing got the shit scared out of her when she saw me, she screamed and then she just passed out. I was just trying to wake her up.” Chris told us.

I walked over to where she was, and tried to get her to wake up. Calling her name over and over again, trying to gently shake her awake was no use. I had to settle with bringing her to the couch, laying her down, and resting a cool cloth across her forehead.

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know about Mia.” Felix said, helping Chris out by handing him an ice pack as well.

The three of us walked over to a small table that was also situated in the lounge room off to the side of the foyer where we could sit and talk.

“She’s ok, right?” Chris asked, worried.

“She will be fine, I think she just hit her head pretty hard going down.” I said.

“May I ask who she is? You never mentioned any girls that you had met, let alone had living with you.” Chris wondered.

“You’re right, we never mentioned her, but it’s for good reasons as you’ll find out. Her name is Mia, she’s 20 years old and from Wisconsin. We met her on the night that we came back from your last party.” Felix explained.

“Ok, but that’s extremely broad. Is she under witness protection?” Chris chuckled.

“In a way, to be honest. All I’ll say is that she went through something absolutely horrific, something that no human deserves to go through. That’s not my story to tell, though. It’s hers.” I told him.

“Based on her reaction to me...is it a stretch to say a man hurt her?” I wondered.

“No, that wouldn’t be a stretch at all.” Felix sighed.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to scare her like that, then.” He said.

“It’s alright, we had mentioned to her that you and the others would be coming by for a little bit. The thing was though that she was going to go and stay at a hotel when you came, so you can only imagine her surprise when she walked in to see you.” Felix replied.

“Speaking of others though, are you the only one here right now?” I wondered, switching the topic.

“Yes, Ghost, Vinny, and Ricky should be here in about 3 hours or so. Ryan isn’t going to be here until later tonight, he had some stuff to finish today.” Chris said.

“Ok, good to know. I’m sorry again about your head, man.” Felix stated.

“Hey, I’ll live. I’ve been through worse.” He laughed it off.

“Well, let me show you around the place, and to your room. That’ll waste some time before everyone else gets here.” I offered.

“That would be great!” He agreed.

“You two go on without me, I’ll just stay here and make sure when she wakes up that she’s okay.” Felix said.

“Ok, see you later.” I huffed, standing up and heading on out.

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12 Hours Later - 11:30 PM
Mia’s POV -

My eyes slowly fought back against the weight of my eyelids and I took in the room, realizing I was in the living room. My memory of exactly what happened this morning was pretty fuzzy, and nothing in this room was helping me piece those events back together. I just knew my head hit something, and hard at that.

The soft hum of the tv got my attention, as I noticed there was a movie playing. Hmm, that was weird.

I looked around the room once more, and froze when I saw the tall male figure sitting on the couch across from me. No wonder why I hadn’t seen him at first, he perfectly blended into the darkness of the room.

He was wearing black jeans with a black long sleeve t-shirt. The glow of the television kept giving me slight glimpses of his face, and from what I could see, he was pretty good looking.

“Holy shit, you’re alive.” He scoffed excitedly, accidentally catching my eye.

Dang it.

“Um, yeah.” I whispered, sitting up and pushing myself as far back into the couch as I could.

“Relax, you’re okay, I’m with Chris.” He said, noticing my apprehension.

“What happened?” I asked, my memory still blurry.

The slight pounding in the back of my head told me right away that something had happened that wasn’t exactly planned. I just couldn’t bring my brain to remember it.

“Well, Chris ended up getting here a lot earlier than we originally expected. So, you walked in and he was there, and BOOM, you passed straight out onto the floor.” He explained.

“Oh, that would explain the pounding in my head.” I chuckled at myself.

“Yup, I’m sure that would do it.” He chuckled with me.

“Oh shit, where are my manners? My name’s Ryan.” He apologized, introducing himself.

“I’m Mia.” I replied, still staying enough on edge to keep myself safe.

“Mia, that’s a gorgeous name.” He told me.

“Thank you. Please don’t be offended by this question or off put by the bluntness of it...but, um, are you, you know… a dominant?” I asked, hoping not to push any buttons with that question.

His response was at first a simple deep laugh. That confused me to say the least.

“Now that’s a complicated answer, Mia. I’m honestly kind of trying to figure that out myself at this point in time.” He admitted.

“What about you? Are you a submissive?” He asked.

“I was. I suppose that’s a complicated answer as well.” I sighed.

“Complicated is good. It means you’re interesting.” He stated, smiling sweetly at me.

“Or it means you’re really fucked up.” I countered him, shaking my head.

I slowly got up from the couch, first making sure that I would be able to get out without meeting the ground again. I wasn’t exactly the most coordinated person in the world, so considering I had already taken a hit to the head, I didn’t want to risk that.

“Do you need help getting to your bedroom?” He asked.

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” I said, yawning halfway through.

“Will I see you around?” He wondered.

“Maybe.” I shrugged, just wanting to get to my bed at this point.

“Good night!” He called to me, as I was walking down the hall.

I made it to my room finally, and plopped down on the bed. Today had been a weird one. All of a sudden this crazy thought popped into my head. That Ryan character seemed very nice...almost too nice. There was no way he could have actually taken an interest in me as anything more than a friendly house guest though. It was just my brain trying to convince me once more that there was ever a possibility that someone could ever look at me, know me, or both and have any feeling of true love and affection towards me.

I was far too damaged, and broken for that, HE had made that all too clear to me over and over again.

After all, HE had been the one to break me.

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