Ship the friend (gxg) (COMPLETED)

sixty-three

Mom sighs and rubs her forehead. My father taps his fingers on the dining room table. We've been sitting like this since I got home.

It's 4:00.

"Well?" my father finally says.

I stare at him.

"Mia, I thought you were better than this."

I shake my head.

"What?"

"You can't possible have any thoughts about me. You haven't been here for a decade."

"Stop it, Mia. He's here now," my mom says.

"It doesn't fucking matter. He doesn't know me. In fact," I stand up, "neither do you." I walk out of the room.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" my dad shouts.

I freeze. The malice in his voice... I recognize it. I turn around and it hits me. His palm slams against my cheek and I fall to the floor, cradling my face. My eyes tear up, but I refuse to cry. 

"Mitchell!" Mom cries.

I look at her. Fear covers her features. I close my eyes. 

"You said you had changed," she whimpers.

That's what makes me cry. The fact that she believed him.