I'm so sorry for leaving you with such a horrible chapter for so long, I've aquired a life this week and haven't had time for anything like updating. But this chapter should be better than the last. I know how much that one sucked.
Mia's POV...
Closure. It feels great.
Seeing Michael here was horrible, but now it feels great. I was able to keep myself calm and controlled. Even when he told me that that skank Holly had lied about the baby being Michael's.
I didn't get angry. I didn't get upset. I didn't get anything actually. In fact, I acted like I was someone who the news didn't affect.
Wait a second, I lost Michael months ago to a woman who pretended to be pregnant with his child and I didn't get angry about it?
What the hell is my problem?
That wasn't closure! That was bullshit! Why the hell did I just sit there and nod along? Why did I just accept it?
Why didn't I get up off my ass and do something? He obviously came here for a reason.
But is it too late now?
"Where are you going, Amelia?" Grandmere asked me as I lugged a suitcase down the stairs to the entrance of the Palace.
"I have someone to see," I told her.
"Someone? Who? I didn't think you were fit to go out anywhere to see anyone?" She stood with her arms folded, right in front of the door, blocking my exit.
"Well things change. And I saw people the other day! Remember Pieter, Erik and Arabella?"
"Yes, but you stayed here for that. And you were most reluctant. Now you're out the door with a suitcase? What's going on? Where exactly are you going?"
I dropped my suitcase and faced her, meeting her gaze with mine. "I'm going home. To New York. Where I belong. Thankyou for helping me through my tough time, Grandmere, but I think I'm better now."
Grandmere laughed at me. She literally laughed at me. "You're not going anywhere, Amelia. We made a deal. You're here for good now, you can't simply change your mind whenever you feel like it."
I glared at her and she smirked back.
"What have you got to go back to in New York anyway? You failed College, your friends moved to their own Colleges, that boy left you for his pregnant ex girlfriend and the other for your room mate. Apart from your mother, you have nothing. Really, Amelia, there's nothing for you there."
"Yes, there is," I said defiantly. "It's a thing called love."
"Love?" she mocked. "Amelia, I believe it was love that made you leave the country, was it not?"
I paused for a second. "Yes, but..."
"And what makes you think anything has changed?" she interrupted me.
"Things HAVE changed, Grandmere. I missed my chance with him when I didn't go back to that school dance in High School. And then when I found him again he was taken away. But not this time. Things will work out. I know they will."
"Oh, you're a foolish girl, Amelia. To go chasing love as if it's the most important thing on Earth. You need to find someone suitable, someone in your own class. Someone like Erik..."
"Erik? Is that why they came over the other day? So you could set us up? Well I'll tell you something, Grandmere, it's not going to happen! And love is the most important thing in the world! Don't even try to tell me you didn't love Grandpere."
She didn't reply, she just looked at me coldly. I grabbed my suitcase and pushed past her. She didn't even try to stop me.
I realised on the plane that I have no idea where Michael lives now.
So now what am I supposed to do? I don't even have Lars with me!
Out of other options, I headed to his parents apartment, figuring they would at least know where their son is.
"Mia!" The doctors Moscovitz both cried when they opened the door.
"Uh, hi. Um, sorry for just dropping by like this, but I'm looking for Michael..."
They both looked at each other and I couldn't help thinking they were hiding something from me. Like the fact that Michael gave up on real love and headed to Vegas to elope with a mail-order-bride or something.
"Have you heard from him recently? Or can you just give me his address please?"
"He called a few hours ago for some advice," his mother said.
"Advice?" I echoed.
"He stayed with a friend for the night. He should be back sometime today."
"Um, ok, thanks." I turned to go but they called me back.
"We have a spare key to his place, Mia. If you want to go and wait for him. We can't exactly have you sitting outside his apartment waiting for hours."
"Thanks."
They gave me his address and spare key and I made my way there.
When I walked inside, I could see there was still a lot of Holly's things lying around. And Holly must have chosen the bed sheets, they're covered in tiny blue flowers. Not so masculine.
Although I wouldn't normally dream of snooping through someone else's things, I couldn't help but poke around in both Holly and Michael's things.
Michael has lots of books. I'm guessing even the pregnancy ones are his. Holly doesn't seem like the type. I picture her sitting back and letting Michael do everything for her.
But that's just too bad for her now, isn't it?
Holly's boxes have lots of magazines and make up in them. And there's whole boxes just of clothes. They must be the things she can't fit into anymore.
Casually thrown over the edge of the bookshelf wassomething thatcaught my eye. It's the tiny baby blue vest that I gave to Lilly to give to Michael before I left for Genovia.
But I don't want to touch it. Not that I think there's cooties on it or anything, but it just feels weird. So I left it where it was and patiently sat on the couch for Michael to return.
Ok, so now there's only one chapter left. Hopefully I can get it up soon, but no promises, sometimes I can't help not being able to update.
