Good luck for bad girls

Chapter 3

•Mia•

I glance over at my beautiful Clare, she looks scared. We stand there in the house..it's dead silent. Clare pulls my hand along leading me to our bedroom. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears and hear a the faint sound of a cigarette being smoked.

We don't make a sound. It's best just to be quite and hopefully my mother won't know where here. She had hurt us enough. Opening the door to the bedroom we share, I cover my mouth to keep from screaming.

My mother's sitting in the middle of the room an ALL our stuff is in a pile burned to ashes. Clare tenses up and grabs my hang tighter.

"Mrs.Carson, what the-" my mother lunges at Clare and holds a knife to her stomach.

"You have got 2 minuets to get out of my house before I cut that pretty little tummy up!" she snarls.

Tears slide down my face. She was going to kill my Clare. My best friend, my everything. I take a step froward pushing her away from Clare.

"Mom stop, you've been drinking we can tell!" Clare stands beside me quaking like a leaf.

Taking a big drink of a bottle beside her, she spits at our feet. "You to Mia. I'm done with you shit. I don't care if I carried you for 9 months, you are a worthless piece of crap just like Clare. Both of you get out or I'll just set you on fire like all the stuff. I'm DONE"

"Fine. The fuck with you. The fuck with your life. The fuck with this entire place. We'll leave. You never loved your own daughter and you left my poor mom with the lie that you'd care for me" Clare narrows her eyes, they flash from grey to a sharp iced blue.

Clare's eyes...

We run out of the house, my mother throws beer bottles and glass at us. We're done. It's over. We're free from what we've lived in all these years. Halfway down our road I stop.

"Clare..what's gonna happen to us now? We have no money, no belongings. Nothing. I don't think even we will be able to handle this." I say.

"We will. We're tough. We've been through hell and have got marks to prove it. That's not gonna change us though, we'll find a place. Any place just for the night to stay then we'll figure out something more permanent." Clare states as we walk further.

"Here look, it's Amberstome park. We could sleep there"

"Clare faintly smiles, we use to go here all the time before my mother died. Remember she'd push us down the tunnel slide and we'd laugh like I'd idiots" she giggles.

"I do remember that Clary bug, maybe we should sleep up there by the slide? I mean its no bedroom but at least if it rains we won't be soaked. Plus that's your best dress." My mouth turns up as I point to her frilly blue and black dress.

She smiles. "Let's go then"

We lay down on the jungle gym trying to fall asleep. I can't believe this happened. My own mother hated us so much. We might not be the best acting teens. We cause trouble and party. But that doesn't mean we deserve to be tormented in our own home. Nobody does. I snuggle close to Clare and thank the heavens I have her. We're gonna be okay. We have to.

Suddenly my mind drifts to thoughts about Evan. I liked him so much. I don't care if my world had just collapsed, were going on that date Saturday..My eyes become heavy but I remember I have something to do..I just wanted to sleep. To cuddle up with Clare and sleep uncomfortably on this damn children's playground. However, I grab my bag sighing to myself. It's good Clare's dosing off. She isn't going to notice me reach inside and find the paper slip.

My fingers find it at the bottom and I pick it out quickly. The boy on the bus, the cute one with the darkest eyes I've ever seen is probably somewhere thinking I've already seen it. To bad he doesn't know I was busy with being kicked out. I wonder what he wants anyway, I don't like the feeling I get around him. It's like I was being pulled to him. Strange but settling.

I unfold the paper. Written in tiny letters it says: "Mia Carson, My name is Ashton Price. I think we need to talk through some stuff. Important stuff."

Below that is his address, phone number, and email. The note also has some kind of symbol scribbled on the side.

So Ashton is his name? I smile to myself. This most certainly was the strangest way I've ever been given a number from any guy. Ashton was new, how did he manage to know my name?

My tummy does little flips and I think about calling him. I've never felt like I needed to be around so much. It's like some sort of magnet. This stranger. This cute mysterious stranger has got my full attention. I'm wide awake.

Life gives me a swift slap in the face.

EVAN.

I already have my eyes set on Evan. I mentally check myself. I liked Evan. He was sweet and nice with good grades. There is no way I'm going to let some guy I barely know seduce me with his eyes and adorable smile. I have another.

I shake my head trying to clear the strange daze that came over me. Who cares about Ashton anyway. I've got my Evan. Closing my eyes I get close to Clare and let my green eyes flutter shut. In the morning perhaps we can figure out what we're gonna do and get out of this mess.

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BANG! Holy crap what is that?!? My head feels like its being constricted. A morning headache. Great.

Clare slowly picks up her book. "Sorry Mia I didn't mean to wake you, I was trying to read"

"It's fine, I needed to get up anyway." I get up and lean my back against the cool metal of the Jungle Gym.

Clare smiles faintly while rummaging through her backpack. "I think I've got something left over from lunch in here. I'm really hungry Mia"

My stomach growls in agreement "me to"

She hands me half of her granola bar and I eat it quickly. Gosh I'm starving. It was like heaven. We need to figure out someplace to go. Clare is looking a bit pale and I really hope she didn't get sick from sleeping outside last night.

"Hey are you alright, you look a bit ill." Clare's hands were on her head and she looked dazed.

"I'm fine" she says "just worried. We need to start thinking about a place to stay."

I nod and sit back. Where would we go? Our friends didn't exactly have a spare bedroom for two teenage girls. I bit my lip on frustration.

Oh shit. Ash. I mean I know he's a complete stranger but maybe we could stay over at his house for a little bit. I ponder the idea as hours pass by. When I look it up I notice its about 4:00 now.

We had to get someplace quick. Clare's sweating. Oh god I hope she's alright. I'm not easily scared but looking at my best friend in that instant. I was terrified. Her skin was pasty and she was shivering while sweating at the same time. While she rested her head on the bar beside her, her eyes were closed. She wasn't alright.

My voice gets caught in my throat "Clare!"

She moans trying to stand.

"Clare your sick, we have to get out of here."

Without responding she nods her head and lays back down. My Clare. I won't let anything happen to her.

I get the slip of paper and dial Ash's number. Under my breath I say a silent prayer he'll answer. He has too..Clare isn't okay. I can feel it.

"Hello?" Ash's voice answers with warmth.

"Uh hi, it's Mia. The girls from the bus"

I hear him laugh through the phone. "Good afternoon beautiful. I know you'd call"