We get back from Frankie and Benny's, I run up to my room and get changed, Charlie follows me. Joe and Emily go into Joe room. I want to be alone for a bit, I'm feeling really down, somehow not good enough. I jump on to my bed and berry my head in my pillow, Charlie is standing in the doorway of my room.
"Go away." I say,trying not to cry.
"What's the matter?" Charlie asks, I can tell he's trying to comfort me.
"I said go away, please." I shouldn't push him away and I don't really want him to go.
"I'm not going anywhere." He walks over to my bed, I look up at him.
We look into each others eyes for a while, then he sits on my bed. I sit up and hug him.
"I'm not good enough for you."
"Yes you are Mia."
"I told you I stopped." I say, my voice low. I pull up my sleeves.
Charlie looks at them, not saying anything. I start to cry, I'm shaking.
"Follow me." Charlie says, grabbing onto my hand. We walk out of my room and into Joe's room, but Joe's door is shut.
Charlie knocks like crazy on the door.
"JOEE." Charlie says, still knocking on the door.
Joe comes out of his room, he looks at me and Charlie.
"What's happened?" Joe asks.
I'm still crying, I don't say anything, Charlie's hand is still in mine. I rest my head on him, trying to hide my arms. But Joe doesn't seem to realise, maybe he has things on his mind.
Suddenly he realises. He looks at me, I look back at him.
"Mia-" But before Joe can say anything Emily comes out of his room, standing next to him. But Emily doesn't really know.
"Hi Emily." I say, awkwardly.
"Hi Mia, are you okay?"
"Guess so." I walk off.
I go back up to my room, my phone is going off, its messages from my dad.
'I'm coming for you.'
'You can't hide for long.'
I ignore the messages, he's not worth it,come on its Christmas in a few days but he still decides to torture me.
I decide to get changed, I put on a white t-shirt and some blue shorts. I don't care anymore. I remove my makeup and charge out of my room, feeling confident,well the bell on the front door went and someone was banging against it. I look out of the window,which looks down onto the front door,its my mum and dad, holding hands with a little girl.
I freeze.
