I looked at her and I felt stabbed. I didn't just hear it.
I didn't just f*****g see it! I'm trying to process…
FUCK
I'm going to f*****g kill that son of a b***h!
I want her to tell me that everything I heard was not true.
She stands there, looking at me.
“What did you just say?” I asked them,walking to meet them.
Emma's face was plain; she didn't want to say anything.
“Nothing; Mia was feeling…a bit…sentimental about the movie.”
“Yeah” Mia answered. Another lie.
“You chose that movie.” I said, acting oblivious to everything.
“Well, she couldn't take it.” Emma painfully laughed.
I looked at Mia, her eyes red from crying. She cleaned her face the minute she heard my voice.
“I'm going to go to my room now.” Emma left
Mia stood looking at me cautiously. I took a few steps to
