Fly Away

37 - entertainer

Song: ZAYN - Entertainer (Slowed & Reverb)

TW: Suicidal thoughts.

Mia

"I never forgot."

The words ring around in my head as I stare at the man in front of me.

He knew? He fucking knew all along and he never told me? All those times we've been together and he's never once mentioned how we were practically best friends when we were kids.

What a fucking joke. I'm not putting up with this bullshit anymore. I have no good-girl-who-always-listens fight in me left and I don't care what happens because of it.

"What did you say?" I can feel the anger growing hot in my veins, the desperation, the betrayal, lacing my voice as I speak. His face is tight and his eyes beg with mine, but I don't care about how he feels right now. It's not fair.

"Cherry, I swear I didn't mean to let it get this far-"

"Don't call me that. I want to be alone, and I want to go home. I don't want to hear your excuses." I look away from him, the pounding of my heart frantic as I try to focus on something other than him.

I can't believe he knew. I can't believe that ever single time he looked at me, he knew who I was and didn't say anything.

A flash of hurt sears through my chest and I keep my tears in. I've had enough of crying, and I've had enough of pretending everything is perfectly okay. I'm done.

"Mia, just let me explain." His words anger me even more, and the last thing I want to do is sit in this hospital room after getting shot, while he explains how he didn't tell me I lost my memory.

I shake my head, well aware that I'm probably acting like a bitch for not hearing him out, but I don't want to hear him out. 

My family didn't tell me. I didn't know. 

I really have been alone all these years. 

God, my life is so pathetic. I'm so pathetic.

He doesn't move for a minute, and I'm afraid he's going to speak but when I continue to stare at the wall behind him, he finally rises to his feet and walks to the door.

For once in my life I want to make my own decisions, and right now I decide I don't want to see him. He's living proof that my life has basically been a lie. 

"I'll get the nurses to let you out today, but you're coming back to the penthouse with me. I don't care how you feel about it, and don't even try to argue with me because my decision is made." 

I turn to look at him, a glare hot on my face, but his is stoic, neutral, emotionless. I shouldn't even be surprised that he's not affected by this, hell he's probably faked what little emotion he's shown all this time.

At this point I don't even know what to believe. 

I hate that the one person who I thought I could trust, is nothing but a liar. 

This feeling grows, intensifies inside me, and the urge to jump out of the window is real right now, except for the fact that there is no window in this room. Maybe when I get on the plane.