Save Me Break Me || MYG

The Memories Twenty One - Fabrication, Carelessness

Before I took her home, she asked to see Ms. Keen. Mia told her that she was not feeling well, so she wanted to leave early, and that I was kind enough to catch her when she almost fell down the stairs due to dizziness.

The way she fabricated a convincing lie was beyond impecable, even I believed it, but Ms. Keen still looked at me suspiciously. I kept my mouth shut for fear of betraying myself through my words.

It made me wonder how many times she had done it, but her eyes never lie, not to me atleast. I could see her fright, agitation and despair, though her physical being showed defeat and submission.

"Drive safely, Yoongi. If you happen to see Mia's dad at home, give this to him. She might need to taper her medication dosages," Ms. Keen handed me the folded piece of paper, but before she released it in my grasp, she grabbed my wrist lightly, "I will pretend that I was struck by ignorance today, but I know something happened, her eyes can never lie. She's been through hell and back, so I ask that you treat her well. Take care of her today, Mr. Min."

As soon as she released my hand, I walked to the door and dashed toward Mia who waited outside the office without giving Ms. Keen another glance. I felt so guilty that I could not say what really happened, but as Mia never gave me a chance to speak, she wanted to let everything slide.

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Her house was situated at a streetcorner, overlooking the grandeur of the seaside. It was huge, Queen Anne Victorian style two-story house with a curved porch. Despite its ruined state, the design of the whole house was magnificent, from the double entry doors with glass and wrought irons to the decorative railings of the terrace and the front porch, proudly indicating wealth and ample knowledge of exquisite and fine materials as shown in its exteriors, but some wooden parts on the roof were decaying and collapsing, showing some signs of termite infestation, and the outside walls withered and needed badly of a new paint job. Time, extreme weather conditions and tremendous lack of care rendered to its wreckage. I was already lost in thoughts, my architectural side jolted awake, as I pictured in my mind how to carry out the whole renovation of the building, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked over to the passenger seat, Mia's gray eyes focused on me intently.

"Sorry about the house, we're low on funds to start repairs, so... Yeah..."

I shook my head, "I think your house still looks magnificent. Just a few touches, it'll be back to its former glory."

We sat in silence until I decided to break it.

"Mia, I don't have any excuse for what I did to you, well, maybe I do but I'd rather you be kept in the dark, because I know you'll hate me."

Silence.

"Uhm, I'm really sorry..."

She nodded. Still not speaking, she opened the door and stepped out of the car. I was about to drive away when I saw her stumble upon the front steps. I hurriedly jumped out of car and ran towards her, her injured knee folded to her chest as she blew air on the bleeding wound. I pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and covered the wound with it.

"It's ok, Yoongi. You can leave me now."

I noticed her knees had scars, probably due to her constant accidents, and a fresh scrape near the bleeding one.

"Be careful next time."

I pulled her to her feet, then she dusted herself clean before briskly walking to the door. I heard a loud thud after the click of the door lock, and when I checked on her, she was massaging her forehead.

"Oh Mia how careless could you get?!"

I was mortified by my annoyed tone as soon as I spat out those words.

She squinted her eyes at me, clearly irritated.

"I AM CAREFUL."

And with that she slammed the door shut.

Well done, Yoongi.