Mia's pov
"You little, bitch! He could of just dropped you when he had the chance!"
"You're horrible! I don't know why my dad married you in the first place."
"I was the only one there for him, you know that. Your mom was useless, you just as useless. I was the only one he could turn to since your mom took her own life."
A huge lump started to form in the back of my throat. I wasn't going to cry in front of her. I wasn't going to show how weak I really am.
"Don't...don't talk about my mother like that." I utter, the tears now blurring my vision.
"Or what? You going to run to daddy? Who's he going to believe anyways? Not you." She crosses her arms over her chest.
"You are such a bitc-" I get cut off by a burning sensation on my right cheek.
How dare she slap me.
Cupping my cheek in my hands I turn on my heel without saying one more word.
"Where do you think you're going!?" She yells after me.
"Anywhere but here." I reply before leaving out the front door.
Into the dark night I walk on the quiet sidewalk. Street lights accompany me along with the moon.
I didn't know where I was going. It's like my feet had it's mind of it's own.
The cold night embraces me and I wrap my arms around myself as to keep me warm, but nothing helps.
I then see a small café up the road.
'Starbucks'.
It was almost 10 in the evening. It must be closing soon.
I walked into the brightly lit café. The warmth instantly hitting me making goosebumps raise on my bare arms.
The smell of fresh coffee and pastries fill my sense of smell.
I only had enough cash for a small coffee and a cookie.
I ordered my goods and quickly got them since the café was empty.
I took a seat at one of the corner booths at the back of the café. I really wanted to be alone right now.
I pulled my phone out. The battery about to die real soon.
The lockscreen is a picture of my late mother.
A fresh tear falls down my cheek and onto the screen.
"I wish you were here, mom. I miss you so much." I cry softly.
My phone then dies and I sniff. I place my phone on the table beside me and take a sip of the warm coffee, instantly warming me up.
"Is this seat taken?" A voice says and I look up.
A boy round about my age stands before me.
I look around the empty café and wonder why he wouldn't sit anywhere else.
But I didn't want to be rude which is the only reason why I say, "Nope, it's just me."
He then takes the seat across from me, holding his coffee in his hands.
He doesn't say anything, nor does he do anything but look at me with no emotion.
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"I'm sorry for staring, but I couldn't help but notice you looking very upset. I thought you could need some company."
He was being nice.
"Well didn't you think I maybe just wanted to be alone?"
He looks taken back by what I had just said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound rude. I just had a bad night is all." I quickly add.
He then nods slowly in understanding.
It was then when I really took a moment to take in his appearance.
He looked to be 18 or 19, light freckles sprawled across his nose and cheeks. His chocolate brown hair hung in messy waves. His eyes was a green almost grey like colour, still staring at me like he's trying to fingure me out.
I chuckle lightly at him, "You can't read minds, can you?"
"No, even though that would be a really cool super power to have. I guess I'm just trying to figure you out."
I knew it.
"You're not Edward Cullen are you?"
Mia, stop with your weird jokes.
He gives me a weird look and I feel embarrassed.
"Your eyes, they're red, like you been crying." He simply says.
I let go all jokes and my face falls. I fiddle with the coffee cup in front of me.
I couldn't look at him and lie saying that I'm okay. He'll know I'm not. I'm not good at lying.
"I'm fine. Just tired that's all."
"You're lying to me."
I look up at his hard eyes.
"Who are you anyways? You can't just come up to strangers telling them they're lying about their feelings." I argue.
I got up from the booth and walked towards the doors, ready to leave.
"Wait." I hear the same voice chasing after me.
"What?" I say annoyed and turn around.
"You forgot this." He hands me my phone.
I take it slowly out of his hands and look up at his now soft eyes.
"Thank you." I mutter.
"Your welcome."
"Do you maybe need a ride home?" He asks me.
I couldn't go home right now. I couldn't stand her right now.
I have no other place to go right now but I couldn't tell him that. I hardly know him. I don't think we even know each other's names.
"Sure." I shrug with a half smile.
