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Protective custody was not something that Mia Henderson ever considered. Ever since she was a child she could remember her family had never been <i>normal</i>. It was when she started to mature that she realized what the family business seemed to entail; nothing that would ever be of benefit to her. It was the very day she turned eighteen that she moved from the family home and out into her own flat across the town. It was as far as she could go without angering her parents too much. It was like she could have her own life, finally. Her family were overbearing and rather... controlling. Even though she thought they weren't up to strictly legal activities, she didn't think they were harmful, just didn't want anything to do with that. How wrong she was.<br/>
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Investigating officers paid the young woman a visit and directed her to protective custody. There was no explanation, no reason, she was simply informed it was for her safety. Considering her years growing up, it wasn't hard to assume her family had finally gone too far. Mia had to leave her job, her home. It was almost depressing when her twenty-six years fit into a few large boxes that just about fit in her 1977 Ford Mustang. She'd discovered it broken down at a lot and had a friend of hers build it back up. There was nothing quite like it, her first car that she'd hand picked. The trusty black painted beast held everything she owned. Just like that, she was driving out of the town she'd lived in since she was born. It was a difficult thing to do, especially as it wasn't what she wanted. However, her temper was flaring at the fact that her family had once again ruined something she was trying to build. Maybe, just maybe, a new start was once she needed when all of it was over.<br/>
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The ride was fairly long, the new destination was a fairly rural town. It wasn't at all what she was used to. The female double checked the destination an officer had written down for her, and she was almost there according to her sat nav that repeatedly told her to take a turn far too early. Since she didn't know the situation, she had no idea how long she would be stuck there for. All she knew was that there would be someone to look after her, much like a babysitter. Since she'd agreed to stand up in trial against her family, she had no other option but to accept it. A tired sigh escaped her lips, it seemed like the town was fairly dead. Thankfully, she spotted a small coffee house that seemed to sell homemade baked goods. It was already eleven am and she'd barely eaten since five. Sure, she had a time scale on when she was supposed to be there, but an extra hour wouldn't hurt, would it?<br/>
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Thirty minutes later, the brunette emerged from the coffee house with two steaming cups and a bag full of baked goods. Mia exercised, so what was a little baked goodness? As she started the car up again, her spare hand snaked into the bag and grabbed one of the bagels filled with bacon and cheese. "You are going to be my downfall," she purred softly before taking a large bite, and smearing some red lipstick against her food before she pulled out. Mia had driven in worse conditions in the city, so eating at the wheel certainly didn't bother her. What did bother her was the droning sound of the sat nav informing her of where to take her next turn. <br/>
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Mia didn't think the town could get anymore rural, but she was mistaken. There were homes, but they were incredibly far apart. Lavish woods seemed to range from the edge of town all the way to the safehouse. The female winced upon thinking if the place even had running water. It just seemed so out of the way, she was concerned it was going to be some shack with a man named Jim who'd been working as an officer for forty years who was desperate to leave the force and take a boat around the world. That was the last thing she needed. Clearly, she had also dressed for a city. She was wearing one of her favourite dresses, the neckline was low enough to reveal the swell of her breasts and to wrap around her body without appearing too tightly fitted. It showed off her hourglass figure, the large dip of her waist and the curve of her well formed hips. Somehow, she felt she wouldn't be turning heads as much as pissing off religious folk in this new town.<br/>
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The young woman was more than an hour late when she pulled up at the house. It was actually a house, which surprised her. It was two stories, a quaint looking farm house. At least it wasn't a shack. Not that she minded poverty, she'd rejected her parents money to make her own, but she did mind being stuck in a small place with officer Jim. Hopefully, this agent or officer wasn't the one she imaged. Mia pulled up the dirt path before killing the engine once she'd parked right next to the other vehicle. The moment she stepped out, a soft oath escaped her lips. Her heels sank right into the slightly damp mud. Not a city. Not a new life. "Well, fuck." The brunette grabbed the cups of coffee and placed them on the top of her car, along with the  paper bag filled with goodies. <br/>
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Instead of grabbing boxes, she simply locked her car and grabbed the essentials on the top of the hood and swung her handbag over her shoulder. Mia couldn't have looked more city if she'd tried. There was a small line of stone to the home, which made it easier than battling with the soil. The porch was decorated with benches and even a swing bench, that would be nice to have a drink on. Upon reaching the front door, the female glanced inside. No sign of officer Jim yet. The door seemed open, maybe he'd left it open for whatever reason. Slowly, she slipped inside and tried her level best not to spill the coffee. Her heels tapped lightly over the old wooden floor as she made her way into the kitchen. She placed down the coffees and the bag before taking her cup from the holder. Cream and sugar, just the way she liked it. Mia didn't know how the babysitter took his, so she ordered the same for his. <br/>
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"Alright officer Jim, where are you." She peered around. The kitchen seemed rustic, but nice. It was all clean, fairly minimal in fact. The hallway was open, as was the kitchen into the living room. It seemed like it'd make a nice holiday home. Unable to resist, she snaked her hand into the bag once more and drew out another bagel. The last two were meant for Jim, but who knew if he even ate meat, maybe he was vegan. Mia was soon swept up in the idea that this could be her vacation, especially as she strode through the house to see a small lake around the back of the home. She'd driven in the opposite direction, she had no idea there was a lake close by. There was a small dock leading down toward the water that glistened in the morning light. A smile graced over her delicate features as she sipped her coffee, admiring the fresh air. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Hopefully Officer Jim didn't use a tight leash. The silence was broken by footfalls and a creak of the wooden flooring, without hesitation, the female turned and hurled her bagel toward the sound. A soft oath left her lips a moment later as she noticed she had hurled her baked delight at... what she didn't expect. "You are certainly not officer Jim," she muttered softly to herself. "You know, you shouldn't sneak up on people, especially in this situation." Clearly, she was ruffled, more than a turkey at Christmas. <br/>
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The female strode forward, offering her pristinely manicured hand with intent. "Mia, and you are?"</span>