MIA’S POV:
I was drowning in the pool. Same as the one Elijah had in his house. I could see the salty water trying to make its way to my stomach but my hands were bound. They were tied. To something. I don’t know what it was but I couldn’t gesture up to loosen them. I wanted to scream for help, for survival but couldn’t. I could see the reflection of Elijah and his Dad in the water as if they were watching me from above and they were smirking as if enjoying my slow death but no one came forward to unbound me. And then, at last, I gave in to the hurling water and as the salty water made its way inside I screamed out loud.
“Elijah,” I screamed out loud as the water from my forehead swept across my face but it was not the salty water I was drowning in, it was just me emitting frustration ou
