Criminal

6

•Mia's POV•

This car ride seemed to drag along. It has been half an hour of the radio barley playing and Trevor asking me if I was okay every five minutes.

I guess I was okay. Just a little bit numb.

"Mia?" I was pulled from my sadness, or numbness, from Trevor. "Yeah?" I questioned as I realized my phone was ringing and he was pointing toward it.

"Hello?"

"Mia!" My dads voice was high pitch and sounds as if he was happy to talk to me. "I need you to drive home as soon as you can, are you working?"

"Erm... No... Bu-" I stopped talking when Trevor pull into a parking lot with a building that looked more like a shack. The sign hanging from the building said "Country Eats" in big black bold letters.

"Get home then... I need you there as soon as you can." His voice had lowered and he didn't sound happy.

"I'll be there when I can." I ended the phone call without saying 'goodbye' or saying our annual 'I love yous'. I turned my phone off and stuck it in the glovebox of Trevor's car.

"Ready to go in?" It was supposed to be a question but it came out sassy.

"Uh..." He paused and I gave him the whole wtf look. I didn't sit in this car for about 45 minutes to not eat.

I reached for the door handled and as I began to climb out of the car I was pulled out of my rude thoughts by a sharp jolt of pain in my side.

"Shit. My cut. I completely forgot." I placed my hand over my wound, while sitting back in the car, and felt soaked cloth under my fingers.

"Let me look at it? I have a first-aid kit in the back... Just give me a second." Trevor climbed out and opened the trunk and pulled a kit out.

As he began to walk around I lifted up my shirt and pulled part of the cut reopen that had began to scab on my shirt. "Oh my." I whined as Trevor knelt on the ground next to the car.

"I can't fix this with what I have in here." He gestured toward the kit. "I need to take you to the hospital. Like now, you're bleeding a lot."

...

I talked Trevor into taking me home and fixing me up there that way I wouldn't have to spend hours sitting in the death center, aka the hospital.

As we pulled into my driveway, after spending five minutes redirecting Trevor to turn around again and again, I began to pull off the gauze pad off, that was now soaked in my blood, but I was once again rewelcomed by that sharp pain. Blood began to leak from the bottom of the pad. I hurried inside with Trevor hot on my heels.

When I reached the living room a woman with long blonde hair was sitting on my couch.

"Who the fuck are you?!" I spit the words at her like venom. My pain turned to anger.

"Your father didn't tell you I was going to be here?" She looked like a bitch, I mean the stereotype blonde bitch you see in the movies.

"No, can you leave?! Like now... Door is that way, you should know you came in it and now you can leave through it." I was fuming. I felt Trevor lay his hand on my shoulder in attempt to calm me down.

I was hardly ever angry, I hardly used curse words but today seems as if it has been filled with them.

"I'm Angie... Your stepmother..." Her words came out slow and it seems like every thing was in slow motion.. I tried not to yell. Instead everything turned black and I fell to the floor welcoming the pain.