Mia Walker has tried to turn over a new leaf...fail. She tried to change herself...fail. But now...just, being herself, being happy. Success! Her house life is terrible, arguing everyday, avoiding people, and drama! But her outside life, it surprisi...
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She looks down at the water as Nora looks down at the flowers in her hand. She hands a few to her daughter and she accepts them. They both drop them into the water, silently crying. "W-what..." Mia closes her mouth, trying to not cry. "What do we do now?" Mia asks. Nora looks at her daughter and wraps her arms around her daughter. Mia slowly laces her arms around Nora's waist. Mia quietly cries and tightens her grip around her mom. Mia has been keeping so much of her pain in this entire time, but now it felt like she could barely keep it together.
Mia nervously looks down at her hands as the door opens. The blonde looks up and she felt her heart stop, she wanted to leave. But her legs weren't moving, her heartbeat echoes throughout her ears. "Five minutes." The officer says.
Mia licks her lips. "I knew you would come...one day." He says. Mia lightly touches her bracelet. "I'm here for one reason, and one reason only." Mia says, finally talking. John tilts his head, "And why is that?" He asks.
"To tell you...that you don't scare me. You're going to rot in here." Mia states. "I'm looking at you now and I see that...I should've NEVER been scared of you. You're a coward and you mean...NOTHING to me." Mia seethes. With each word, John got more furious. "I'm not under your thumb anymore, John..." Mia straightens her back with confidence.
John shakes his head, he rubs his hands against his beard. "Em, come on--"
"Don't call me that." Mia snaps. "You FUCKING monster!"
Mia stands up, she looks at the guard. He walks over to them, John looks at Mia then the guard. "No, no--FUCK MIA!" He shoots up from his seat and grabs her wrist. Mia gasps in pain. "Go to Hell, Johnny." Mia shoves him back as the guard pins him to the table. Mia grabs her purse she sees her bracelet on the table and she grabs it and sprints out of the visiting area.
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Mia looks at Clay, her hands in his. She could barely breathe, her eyes were burning from the tears that were ready to leave her eyes. "M-Monty?" Mia questions, she looks at all of her friends. They give her sympathetic looks and she exhales, tears pricking her eyes. "I'm sorry, Mia." Clay wraps his arms around her. Mia hugs him back and quietly cries. Mia saw their expressions filled with sympathy for her figuring out that Monty killed Bryce.
But their expressions were filled with sympathy, because that wasn't the truth. Monty didn't kill Bryce. They just needed everyone to believe that. And of course they all talked about telling Mia. But they don't know what could happen, if she would go to the police with the actual information that Alex killed Bryce. Maybe she would keep it a secret, but Clay didn't want her to carry that burden or knowing who was the real killer.
After they were all sitting in silence Mia inhales. "I...I should get home." Mia wipes her tears. Clay stands up from the bed. "I can take you home if you'd like." Clay says. Mia touches his hand and shakes her head. "No, I just...I need time to...think..." Mia says quietly.
