Mission Impossible

Chapter 9

Mia's P.o.v

Today's the day Niall and me hangout. Tomorrows also the day when we burn down there house. I don't know about you but I fucken don't want them to live with me.

"Mia!" Jess yelled. I groaned in my pillow. I groggily went downstairs to see what this bitch wanted.

"What." I asked annoyed.

"You have to get ready for you and Nialls da-"

"You better not fucken finish what you were about to say" I hissed. She coughed and cleared her throat.

"I meant to say 'Friendly Hangout'. She stated.

"Sure" I said

"Why do I even need to get ready?" I asked.

"Because he wants to take you at eight thirty" She retorted.

"But it's burly 3:30 in the afternoon." I said .

"Who gives a fuck Mia. We can't blow this job. There's a lot of money in this" She snapped.

"Okay. I don't give a fuck about the money. And watch that fucken tone you use with me. I can snap you like a twig bitch!" I spat.

"Fucken stop already. I have tried to give you my patience but I can't, not anymore anyways." She bit back.

"I never asked for it anyways" I growled.

"You may have not asked for it but I for sure know you need. Mostly with that mouth of yours." She snarled.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, my father,"

"If I was I would've been disappointed in you." She spat. Adrenaline came coursing threw my veins. I can feel myself boiling with anger. I pinned her against the wall.

"Listen cause I'm not going to repeat my words for a bitch like you. Alright? You would never measure up to my dad." I growled.

"Don't think cause your with us I can't hurt you. Of course I can but I decide to spare you your dignity for once." I laughed evilly. Still having her pinned.

"I'm not the one to mess with, I can assure you that, so keep your mouth shut and stick your head in your own business. I know what to do, I'm not as pathetic and worthless than you. So shut the fuck up and mind your own business. Okay?" She nodded weakly. I let her go and strolled to my room. I chuckled at how scared she looked.

'How would your father have felt about you?' My conscience told me.

Fuck how he felt. But then again I love- What the fuck am I saying. Fuck love. It leads to fucking devastation. But mostly misery. I got a call, I looked at the caller I.D. It was Marco.

'What'

'Miss Mia, your car is ready.'

'Okay I will be there in twenty minutes'

I said and hanged up. I wore baggy sweatpants with a plain white v-neck with black converse and my hair in a messy bun. I didn't want to wear a sweater even if people looked at my arms.

I still have the bandages that josh wrapped around my whole arm. It sucks. Mostly because it makes me look white. I called Josh.

'What happened?'

'I need you to drive my car back from Marcos auto shop'

'Okay'

'Be ready in ten'

I said and hung up. I went back downstairs noticing Jess was gone. I shrugged to myself and moved over to the kitchen. It was all clean. I looked at the empty cupboards. Fuck, it's my turn to go grocery shopping. I got my car keys and walked over to my Viper.