7 - Wrestling His Sleep

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Mia P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up with my throat a little bit sore. I was so tired I felt like a ran a mile last night. Maybe I got so scared last night my body still didn't recover from all that shock. I walked through the small hallway and saw a white door. Hoping that it was a bathroom I opened it with not a lot of noise. The bathroom had a glass shower, a toilet, and a sink with a hand soap next to it.

I washed my face with cold water and took a paper towel to wipe the water from my face. Next, I fixed my hair and walked out.

What happened last night?

As I walked out the smell of eggs and bacon filled my nose. I quietly walked towards the kitchen and saw Christopher wearing gray sweats and no shirt. His back muscles were flexing and I could see a part of his tattoo. His was flipping the bacon with a black spatula and scratching his head with his other free hand.

I guess he felt my presence and he turned around. He gave me a small smile and said, "Morning."

"Morning, what are you making?" I asked sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Some eggs with bacon. Want some?"

"Sure." I nodded placing my hands on the table while he turned around and got a black plate out.

"Would you like anything to drink?"

I thought about it for a second, "What do you have?"

"Um, I have orange juice, black tea, coffee..." he trailed off.

"I'll have some orange juice." I smiled and he got out a cup and filled it with cold orange juice that he had in the fridge.

He placed the eggs on my plate and two striped of bacon. He walked over to me, "There you go."

"Thanks," I smiled and digged in.

As we ate I decided to ask a question that was in the back of my head since I woke up. "What happened yesterday?"

"Well remember when you were getting your pizza and I was with the two guys in the hallway?"

I nodded, "well they went back to their boss and told me him that you were with me."

"So what now? They're after me?"

"Exactly. But don't worry you're safe with me."

"Promise?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Promise." he said showing me his dimple in his left cheek.


"Do you want to go to the gym with me?" he asked placing the plates in the dishwasher.

"If you want me to go."

He lifted his head up and looked at me, "Of course I want you to go to the gym with me. Plus I told you that I will keep you safe."

"Right." I mumbled and stood up. I walked towards my room and got dressed into track pants and a purple hoddie. I couldn't find my hair tie so I just left my hair down.

As I walked towards the living room I saw Christoper wearing some shorts and a white tank-top. He had a black sports bag over his shoulders and his car keys in his large hand.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes. Let's hope all the food wont go out of my mouth."

He chuckled and opened the door for me. I walked past him towards his car, but as I did I saw my car standing next to his. My baby, I wonder what gang member was driving it.

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