I run up the stairs and into Tina's room. The tears are running down my face and I'm sobbing so hard I can barely breathe. I collapse onto her bed and curl into a ball. I really hadn't expected him to be here. I can't talk to him, but if I go downstairs, I'm positive that he won't let me be until I do. As sad as it makes me, I'm going to have to leave.
Just as I'm about to get up and go, I hear "Mia?" from the doorway. I freeze. Then, deciding that I needed to get out of there, I get up and walk over, making sure I don't look at him. I try to push past him, but he blocks the way. "Excuse me," I say, trying to get past once more. "Mia. I'm not going to move until you look at me." bracing myself, I force myself to look up at him, but all I can see is him kissing that girl. I wince, then, summoning all my strength look away and push past.
It took me three years, but I had finally been able to clear my mind of that picture for a couple minutes. So much for that. I rush down the stairs, hyperaware of the fact that he is not far behind me. "I'm sorry Tina bit I've got to go." I tell her when she looks at me as I rush past. "Auntie Mia?" I hear Ashley say confused. "I'm sorry honey, but I have to leave. Happy birthday." I tell her as I grab my coat and walk out the door.
I go to get into my jeep, but I see that there is a vehicle parked behind me, blocking me in. I groan when I realize that only one person arrived here after me. Just my luck. I think over my options in my head. I can either go inside and ask him to move it or I can walk home. Since I live only a couple blocks away, having moved here shortly after breaking up with Michael, I decide to walk home. "Mia wait." he says from behind me. I hadn't realized he'd come outside.
"Could you move your vehicle please?" I ask, turning back around but still not looking at him. "It's blocking me in." "Good. Then you can't leave yet." "Fine. I'll just walk home then." "Mia, please listen to me." Instead of answering, I turn around and start walking home. "Mia!" he says, running after me "please. Don't leave yet!" ignoring him, I begin to run. "Mia. I'm sorry. What did I do?" that pushes me over the edge. "What did you do? How dare you even ask me that?" "I don't know! You never came out of the bathroom!" we're yelling at each other, and the tears are running down my face, making it difficult to talk. But this makes me so angry that I stop running and spin around. "Yes I did! You just didn't notice because you were already preoccupied!" We're in front of my house by now, so I turn and go up the walk. "Already preoccupied? What do you-Mia!" he says as I open the door. "Please talk to me! I don't know what you mean!" he starts to follow me into my house but I slam the door in his face. I lock it and run to my bedroom, where I lay on my bed and cry.