Miguel's POV
"f**k" I mutter for the hundredth time tonight as I lift Mia's body from the backseat of the car and she snuggles into me, murmuring to herself.
I should have used the hair ribbon she gave me to tie our hands together instead of letting her out of my sight.
Bianca walks forward and opens the door for me, taking a long look at her best friend snoozing in my arms and trying to hide her amusement. When she looks up and sees my frown, she shrugs.
"I'll get something from the kitchen to sober her up. And ice for your hand" She gestures to my bleeding knuckles and all I want to do is go back to that house and beat f*****g Blake to a pulp.
Instead I nod, climbing the stairs and make my way to her room. It's difficult to open the door with her in my arms but I mana
