Harry has gone home and I have locked myself in my bedroom. I am not going downstairs and listening to some shitty excuse on how he has changed. Its bullshit and I won’t listen. I can tell that mum has agreed for him to stay with us, since he hasn’t left yet and his bags are in the spare room upstairs. Right near mine. Great.
I feel like a weight was lifted off my shoulders when I told Harry about what Zach had done to me. But the weights slowly coming back as I realise he’s going to live with us again. I don’t know why I never told mum about what he did. I guess I was just scared and worried he would do it again. I told myself that night as soon as I tucked myself into bed that I would forget about what happened and block it out forever. But it’s all rushing back, and I needed to tell someone. I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on my door.
“Who is it?” I ask worried that Zach would be on the other side.
“Mum.” I hear her voice say through the crack of the door.
“Coming.” I reply walking over to the door to unlock it.
“Can I come in for a second?” Mum asks pushing past me. Like I had a choice there. I’m still mad at her for caving into Zach’s trap. She’s so gullible at times.
“Mia. I’m just coming in to tell you that Zach will be staying with us for a while.”
I roll my eyes. She does not understand what she’s doing! It’s like she has forgotten all the terrible things he and dad had done.
“Whatever.” I sigh choosing to ignore the obvious fight coming.
“I know you don’t agree b-..”
‘Don’t agree? Don’t agree!? I think what your doing is completely stupid. You don’t understand what this is doing to me!” I snap. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
“Mia. We are not doing this again.” She sighs.
“You can leave now.” I signal to the door rolling my eyes.
“Dinner is ready. So be down in less than 5 minutes.” She bites.
I slam the door behind her and flop myself over the bed. I knew she would give in. This is just great. It’s like having a demon move in next door, but it’s even worse. He’s in the room next to me.
I drag myself off of my bed and fix my hair into a tighter bun. I’m starving so I guess I’m going to go down there for dinner. Even though I know Zach will be down there. I leave my room and walk down the stairs. We only just got home from the holiday today and so much has already happened.
I grab a bowl of spaghetti off the kitchen bench and start to walk back up the stairs to avoid Zach.
“Mia! We are eating on the table!” Mum yells from the dining room. Great just what I need. Quality demented family time.
I groan in annoyance knowing if do go upstairs she will take the food off of me and drag me back down. I walk in the dining room where mum and Zach are sitting at the table quietly. I roll my eyes as I take a seat from across Zach and mum, keeping my eyes on my food.
“So Zach, how’s your father?” My mum asks out of the blue and I know she’s just trying to be polite.
“I guess he’s good.” I hear the smile in Zach’s voice. I keep my head down avoiding conversation and eye contact.
“That’s good!” Mum beams.
“What have I missed out on while I have been gone?” Zach asks.
“Not much. We have been pretty busy with work and school, haven’t we Mia?” Mum asks me and I can see her glare as I keep my head down.
“Yeah.” I mumble still keeping my head down.
