³𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲 , 13rw ✔︎

In High School, Even on a Good Day, It's Hard to Tell Who's on Your Side (2)

Mia wakes up to a loud ringing in her ears. She groans loudly, she opens her eyes and is greeted with bright lights. She slowly lifts herself up and looks around the Motel room with beer, vodka, and who knows what else kind of bottles laying around. She looks down at the bed and sees vomit on it.

Mia presses the palms of her hands against her brow bones and quietly cries. "What am I doing?" She sobs out, she felt helpless...she knew she needed help but how could she admit it, after everything she has been through?

She inhales and looks up, she tries her best to ignore the pain searing in her head. The blonde girl grabs her phone and she looks down at her phone with tears in her eyes. Her thumb hangs over the phone number. She taps on it and places it against her ear. "Hello?" A man's voice says.

Mia inhales, "Hey...Tony...it's Mia." She says with a small smile.

"Hey, Mia. What's up?" He asks.

Mia looks around the hall and she covers her mouth as she suppressed a sob. "I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She sobs.

"Okay, okay...where are you? Can you meet me at Monet's?" He asks.

Mia wipes her nose and nods her head even though he couldn't see her. "Yes..." She breathes out.

"Okay, 1 hour."

"Okay...and Tony...don't tell Clay..." Mia says in a weak voice.

"It's between me and you, I'll see you later." He says as he hangs up the phone.

Mia sighs quietly and sets her phone down. She pinches the bridge of her nose and slowly gets up. She grabs her things, trying her best not to increase her headache pain.

She grabs clean clothes from her bag, she takes a shower scrubbing off all the dirt, grime, vomit, and alcohol on her. Sadly, she couldn't wash her pain and guilt off. After her shower, she brushes her teeth slowly as she looks in the mirror. She could see her dark roots growing out, with blonde hair becoming her ends. Her eyes were sunken and red, her skin was pale, and her lips were chapped.

How could she go and see Tony like this? How could she go to school like this? Everybody would read her, everyone would know that they got to her.

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Mia walks into Monet's with shades on the bridge of her nose, and her frizzy hair. She sits in front of Tony and he grimaces. "You look like a celebrity trying to hide from paparazzi." Tony states.

Tony slides her the coffee and she sighs, "Thanks..." She says quietly. Tony also hands her some aspirin.

Tony presses his lips together, "Mia...what happened? You were doing so well." He states.

Mia looks down at the coffee, her chin wrinkles and her lip begins to quiver. "Everything was just too much for me, and I-I'm weak, I broke." Mia exhales a shaky breath she slowly drinks her coffee with her aspirin.

"Mia, what happened to your sponsor--"

"I know, I just...I..." Mia wipes her nose. "I was embarrassed, Everybody hates me, and my sponsor doesn't even care about me, what am I supposed to do? Nobody wants to help me...I just...I..." Mia closes her eyes and rubs her chapped lips.

Tony's mouth twitches, "Mia, hey...I understand, alright? Besides..." Tony shrugs his shoulders, "You don't need all those fuckers, alright?" He questions.

Mia snorts, "Your motivational speeches aren't really...motivational, but...they do help a lot, oddly enough..." Mia states.

Tony smirks, but it quickly dies."Mr. Porter came back." Tony says.