Mia's pov
That night I packed my things. It wasn't till a few days before we leave Mexico but after what had happened today with Boggi finding the test, I just couldn't face him right now.
The last time I saw him was a few hours ago when he had left the hotel room and never came back.
I'm still not sure where he had gone to.
I tried calling him, texting him, but it seems as if his phone has been switched off.
That night, after packing my things, I laid in the cold, empty bed. The tears rolled down my skin as I stared up at the ceiling.
Everything in life had been going wrong and I was the cause of it.
I was the problem to everyone's hurt.
I then cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I felt numb. The colour had drained from my face, my hair looked like a birds nest. My eyes were red and puffy.
I didn't bother putting on make-up because that was the least of my worries right now.
After staring at myself blankly in the vanity mirror, I threw on some sweatpants and a baggy hoodie.
I grabbed my suitcase and backpack.
I left the empty room, locking it, and pulled my suitcase after me.
I walked down the hallway to the bedroom next door to mine, knocking on the door three times.
It opens and a tired looking Ivan opens it, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was messy and his eyes puffy.
He must've been sleeping.
He notices my bags.
"Mia?"
"Hey...can you give this to Boggi?" I hand him the room keycard.
He looks down at it confusingly then back up at me.
"Wait, you're leaving?" He asks.
"I have to. Things just aren't working out right now and I can't be here."
He looks at me weirdly.
"I'm sorry, Ivan, thank you for everything but I have to go. Good bye." I tell him before leaving without him saying a word.
I left the hotel, letting the fresh tears roll down my cheeks.
When I got to the airport I waited for my flight.
I pulled my phone out and opened up my contacts list.
I clicked on the contact and dialed it.
At the second ring, it answers.
"Mia, are you there?"
"H-Hey dad..."
"Mia, God I've been worried sick. Those texts, they didn't mean anything. I was mad and I-"
"Dad, it's okay, I get it."
There's a short silence.
"Mia are you okay?"
"I'm fine, dad..." I hear my flight being called, "I'm coming home."
When I got back to Spain I called up an Uber and asked him to take me home.
I was tired and all I needed now was my bed.
When I got home I walked up to the front door and raised my fist up to knock on it but it opens up before I could make contact with the door.
My dad stands in the doorway and I put my fist down.
"Hi, dad." I simply say.
He then pulls me in for a tight hug and I could almost feel him sobbing slightly.
I hug him back.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." He mutters while he still holds me.
I pull away and look at him, "I'm sorry too...for everything."
When I got settled in, dad offered to make us tea.
I sat at the kitchen island and dad stood across from me with a cup in his hands.
The house seemed quiet and I noticed Maria wasn't around.
"Where's Maria?" I ask.
"I thought you didn't care about her?" Dad sips his tea.
"I don't, just asking." I shrug.
He sets his cup down, "Maria and I got a divorce."
I'm surprised, "What?"
"Yeah, she took it a bit hard at first but she signed the papers and well, now we're divorced."
"Well, where's she staying now? I thought this was her place." I motion at the house.
"She's staying at her moms and technically this is my place. I'm paying for it hence 'my' house."
"Wow...I never saw that coming." I mutter to myself.
Dad takes a sip of his tea, "What about you? What made you decide to finally come home?"
I fiddle with the cup in my hands.
"Boggi and I, we're just not working out right now. Besides, I missed you." I look up at my dad and see him giving me a soft smile.
"I missed you too."
I get up from my seat and walk over to him slipping my arms around his waist and placing my head against his chest in a hug.
"I love you, dad."
"I love you, too sweety." I feel him place a kiss on the top of my head.
