Lost and Broken.

                                    

                                          

*TRIGGER WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD*
This chapter contains depictions of violence, assault, and non-consensual sexual activity. Reader discretion is advised. If you are sensitive to graphic content or have experienced trauma, you may want to skip this chapter or proceed with caution."
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_MIA'S POV_
"Malcolm, it's me," I said as Malcolm slapped my hand away from his face. The scar above his eyebrows dilated as he furrowed his brows, his fingers massaging his temples. 
"Talk to me Malcolm, why are you like this?" I stumbled as he stood up abruptly. He groaned, his fist hitting the nearby wall. Something was wrong and it was scaring me to bits.
"Why are you acting this way? Please look at me." He shrugged off my hands that were on his arm, his eyes glaring daggers at me. 
"Take your filthy hands off me." His words stung me. He kept pacing across the room like he was uncomfortable.
Was he on drugs? It wouldn't be a surprise if he was. I've never seen him do drugs or anything related, there must be another reason.
"What is wrong with you and why are you acting this way?" Like in a trance, Malcolm pulled me by the neck, pushing me unto the wall, my head banged from the impact.
"You think you are free to do whatever you want after what you did. You let another man come close to you after knowing fully well that you belong to me " he spat at me, his whole body shaking from what I can't decipher because I didn't understand what was happening to him and secondly, his hold on my neck was so tight, the only thing I could think of was the need to breath.
"Malcolm," I choked out, my whole face turning red from lack of air flow. "And then you have the audacity to beg for his life. I killed him because he deserved it and you deserve much worse than death."
As his words seeped into my ears, tears slipped down my face and my body slumped to the floor as he let me go. 
He killed him.
Memories sank in and my lips quivered. He is a cold-blooded murderer.
I couldn't recognise this man anymore. He paced across the room before returning to me on the floor.
He laughed bitterly when I backed away from him. "Natalie was right, you are a liar, a coward and a fucking whore who deserves nothing but pure hatred." 
Natalie; who would've guessed? She made him like this and this version of him scared me like hell.
"Please," I whispered when he grabbed me by the hair, pulling me close to him. "You are just like her, a liar and a betrayer. Do you know she left her son to die? She left me for some stupid man but taking her worthless life with my own hands was the best decision of my life." He laughed bitterly as he spoke, pushing me back unto the floor after speaking. 
Was he talking about the girl in the photos? 
"Is she the one in the photos?" I managed to ask, my breaths haggard.
He groaned again, his hand moving across his hair. 
"Who is she?" I shouldn't have asked that question because Malcolm glared at me again only to bend down before me, his eyes now bloodshot than before.
"You really want to know who that wench is," he pulled me up by my hair, dragged me towards the bed where I had stacked the scattered pictures then pushed me to fall on the bed.