Page 16 of HER SISTER

"Maybe she's in the living room," I suggested as we carefully looked around the crowded kitchen.

Mili nodded to herself, guiding us past the crowd as she held my hand in hers.

It was odd.

The fact that no one questioned why Mili and I were even touching one another when the action alone would get questioned among our group of friends.

Especially since we're seeing other people.

A content breath fell from my lips—spotting Mya on the couch.

But the contentment was easily drained from my body, especially noticing a guy seated beside a disoriented Mya.

His intentions definitely didn't seem respectful, especially with the way his hands were exploring all over Mya's body.

"Oh fuck no," Mili said, letting go of my hand as she practically charged toward Mya and the man.

I didn't hesitate to trail behind her, knowing this definitely wasn't going to end well.

"M!" Mya called out, her eyes barely able to remain open as her head fell to the side.

A gasp fell from my lips when Mili punched the random guy beside her—and before he could react or say anything else, Mili was punching him again, easily drawing blood to not only his bottom lip but his nose too.

"You're a fucking pervert you know that?" Mili called out, punching him again.

I looked over to Mya who seemed to now be passed out on the couch—causing me to run over by her side to check on her well-being.

I let out a calm sigh—Her pulse was there and her breathing seemed to be normal.

"Found her!"

"Oh my god, what happened to Mya?"

"Fuck, someone help Ana get her off the couch."

All the familiar voices that made up our friend group seemed to echo around me—feeling entirely focused on helping Mya.

"Mya," I said, gently shaking her with hopes of waking her up.

Mya mumbled incoherently as Cam lowered down beside me to help.

"Mya, hey can you hear me?" Cam carefully said, helping me get her off the couch.

Mya furrowed her brows, "Yeah," she forced out, clearly trying to open her eyes.

And before either of us could say anything, Mili suddenly said, "I can handle it."

Seconds later she was purposely taking Cam's place of helping Mya stand while I stood on the other side helping as well.

"I'll text you guys later with updates," I called over my shoulder to the group who seemed to be in shock.

And before Mili and I could take even a step, Cam halted me slightly.

"Be safe," she said—and as soon as she leaned in for a kiss, I turned my head.

I don't know why.

I seriously don't know why.

Or maybe I did.

Maybe the why was a she—who was standing right there.

"Thank you," I awkwardly said, smiling at Cam as she pulled back from my cheek with a warm smile of her own.

But I could tell by her slightly furrowed brows that she was confused.

And Mili—well her brows definitely weren't furrowed.

No, they were raised with a knowingness—and the way her head slightly tilted seemed to confirm that she had witnessed the entire thing.

"Ron!" Mili suddenly called out, easily earning the attention of a young man over by the tables who I assumed owned the house, "Kick him out," she said, motioning to the guy on the couch, whose face was not only swollen and bruised but covered in smudges of blood.

He definitely deserved that one.

Especially with how he had sexually assaulted Mya—God knows what else he was planning to do.

—

The Uber ride was as silent as ever with Mya sleeping comfortably across the leather seats of the third row while Mili and I sat in the second row—keeping a close eye on her.

I looked over to Mili who was typing on her phone, clearly in deep thought.

"You should probably check to make sure Alyssa gets home," I said, and even if I didn't like the idea of Mili checking on her—I meant the statement entirely.

There might be more people like that guy at the party, and the last thing I wanted was for anyone to be put in danger.

Mili looked up from her phone, "She left when I went to go smoke on the roof," she informed me, locking her phone and sliding it back into her pocket.

And suddenly with her attention completely on me, I felt at a loss for words—like my brain had suddenly stopped working.

"She left?" I questioned, tilting my head curiously.

Mili hummed, "Wasn't in the party mood," she explained, looking between my eyes before she said, "Is that all you had to ask about Alyssa? Or did you have more questions?"

I gave her a narrowed look, "Sue me for being worried," I retorted, knowing my questions actually did come from a genuine place.

Mili lazily raised her brows, "I'd do a lot more than that, but sure," she said, her tone lowered and definitely insinuative.

I felt my face instantly grow warm, quickly looking away from Mili to a sleeping Mya behind us.

"You can't say things like that," I whispered to her.

Mili only chuckled, "When you react like that, clearly, I can," she said as the car came to a slow halt.

I furrowed my brows, "What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

Mili opened the door, "It means that my words have an effect on you," she said, raising a brow at me as she gently picked up Mya from the seat.

I remained quiet, clearly unable to come up with a rebuttal as I climbed out of the SUV behind Mili who carried Mya in her arms.

Soon we were entering Mya and I's apartment where Mili insisted she'd take care of Mya—practically forcing me to go to my own room to get ready for bed.

Knowing the matter wasn't up for a choice, I reluctantly parted ways with Mili who carried Mya into her room.

And as I washed the makeup off my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into pajamas—I couldn't help but listen to even the tiniest noises, waiting for Mili to be finished.

I don't know why I was waiting, but at the same time, I did.

I wanted to see her.

To talk to her.

About what... I didn't exactly know.

She was just so addicting to me.

"Oh my god—you can't sneak up on people like that," I said, lightly hitting Mili's arm as she stood by the door to my bathroom.

And even if I seemed caught off guard or shocked, I was actually... excited?

I felt warm knowing she had come in here to talk to me.

Maybe she was just saying goodbye, but it still felt like a caring act.

She didn't have to say goodbye.

"I can't help that you're easily startled, Ati," Mili said, and the nickname alone managed to make me shake my head at her.

"Stop calling me that," I said, knowing that she knew I didn't like that nickname.

Mili raised a brow, "Why would I do that when you like it so much?" she sarcastically questioned, subtly taking a step toward me.

I rolled my eyes at her, unconsciously closing the space between us as if it were the most normal thing ever.

"I hate it—you know I hate it," I said, and I couldn't miss how Mili's arm slid around my waist, resting around me like a missing piece.

Mili hummed, "You're right—I think I confused us. I'm the one who likes it so much," she said, bringing her hand up to my face.

But as soon as I managed to even catch a glimpse of her bruised hand, my eyes widened.

"Milan," I said, my tone softened as I gently grabbed her hand before it could make it to my face.

And even the use of her full name managed to shift the mood between us.

"It's fine—I'm fine," Mili assured me as I analyzed her bruised hand carefully.

I shook my head, "You're not fine," I corrected her, suddenly pulling out of her hold before I guided her into my bathroom.

"What are you doing?" Mili questioned as we both stopped in my bathroom where I searched for a first aid kit.

And as soon as I found it in one of the drawers, I was facing her with a smile, "Cleaning you up," I said, opening the first aid kit.