Mutinous

Chapter 39

When Mia came into my room with her head lowered, I knew exactly what she was going to say, but in all honesty I wasn't really in the mood to hear her apology. I was not really in a mood for anything lately. Father and I did not speak to each other at any circumstances, and mum also knew to keep the talking with me to a minimum.

"You busy?" I knew it was not fair to take my anger out on Mia as I was mainly mad at my parents, but she had been part of the problem. If she had kept her mouth shut, my parents would not constantly be hovering over me.

I stayed silent and she saw this as her signal to enter the room.

"Elliot I know you're mad, and I'm really sorry but I don't know what else I could have done. I couldn't risk my job."

Her apology was not what I had expected. I knew where she was coming from, but I did not think she would be defending her actions. She hurt me and though she had told me several times she was not going to lie to my parents if they started asking questions, I at least thought she would be denying knowing anything.

"Whatever," I mumbled uninterested in talking to her. Right now, the only people in my life who I liked the company of were Maggie and Harry. Everybody else were unimportant at the moment.

"Elliot, don't do this. I really don't like this attitude of yours. If this is what this boy has done to you, then I'm happy your parents have forbidden you to see him."

Her words hurt like a stab to the heart, and I felt my eyes well up with tears. This was not Harry's fault. This was nowhere near Harry's fault. This was everybody else's fault, because they had a problem with letting me live my life the way I wanted to.

"Please don't tell me you are becoming like them! This is not his fault. My behaviour has nothing to do with him. This is because everybody thinks they can control my life exactly how they please, but I'll tell you what, they can't."

"Elliot-"

"What, Mia?" I snapped. "Don't become like them. Please don't become like them. I'm happy. Or so I was until everyone decided to watch my entire move. I'm still me. I'm just annoyed and upset that everybody told on me. I know what I'm doing and I'm not doing anything I'm not ready for. It's not like he's going to make me take drugs or leave me knocked up and alone. He's not like that. He's a good person. As far as I know, he's the most loving and caring person I know. So please don't tell me I'm doing something wrong." Tears had started to fall down my cheeks, and I let them to let Mia know just how hurt I truly was. I was not sure she or anyone else knew how much Harry truly meant to me. This was not just a fling or me trying to be mutinous. I was doing this because I genuinely believed that Harry and I would last and because I truly did love him. She did not say anything after that. She just silently left me alone with my tears, but I was thankful for that. I did not want to seem weak, and I did not need her comfort since she was the one who had put me in this mess. I just needed to be by myself or in all honesty I needed to be with Harry but unfortunately it was Saturday, and I was not sure it would be possible for me to come up with an excuse to see him.

Before Harry, I could have sworn I did not cry easily, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was in fact just a really soft person or maybe I had tried building something up that too easily came crumbling back down? Then again Harry had told me tears were not a sign of weakness so it really shouldn't bother me this much. I wasn't weak.

"Look at you. You don't look too good," Maggie said, and I faked her a smile.

"Anything you want to talk about?"

I shook my head. "Just really want to see Harry."

"Then go see him," she raised her eyebrows at me as if asking what I was still doing here.