Sustainable

Chapter Six

Mia

"I'm telling you I don't know where she is!" I shouted, and my mother stated at me dumbstruck. "Mia, calm down. There's no need to shout." My father, a greying burly man of fifty-two, held up his hands as a gesture of surrender. "You and your friend were with her last. Where did she go?" He said softly, in an extremely patronizing tone.

"I. Don't. Know." I said through gritted teeth, sticking out my jaw defiantly. "I wasn't paying attention." I added nonchalantly.

"How could you?!" my mother screamed, and I stared at her simply with cold eyes. "How could you lose your sister?!"

"She's not my damned sister! She's never been my sister; and she never will!" I screamed at her, and my cheek burnt with agony. My eyes went wide with shock, and Carmen gasped in the background. "Mom..." I whispered, and my eyes began to water. Her small and usually passive face was scarlet and her breathing heavy and irregular. Her hand was shaking and her dark eyebrows were furrowed together in fury. "Never speak ill of your sister again." She said in a low and menacing voice. "Now get out." She turned on her heel, and left.

As soon as she left the room, I let my tears fall. "Dad..." I sobbed, looking up at him across the room. His tired brown eyes locked on mine, and a deep sigh escaped his lips. "I'm sorry, Amelia." He shook his head and left, following suit of my mother.

"Dad!" I screeched, and Carmel timidly walked towards me and placed her hand on my shoulder. I pushed her away, and ran towards the door, holding my sore cheek in my hand. "Mia, wait-" She began, and I held up my other hand.

"Leave me alone!" I shouted, grabbing my coat. Slamming the door behind me, I ran into the night.