Chapter 12

Amelia's POV

"Now is not the time for a lecture about my habits, Mia." He turns to face me, his eyebrows raised as he blows out smoke into the air.

My eyes widened. Had I said it out loud?

"I'm not here to lecture you. I just–" I sigh.

Why is it hard to just comfort him like I would if it were Bianca or my mum?

Why does it feel like my throat is closing up too?

"Go somewhere with me." I blurt and when he raises his eyebrows, I palm my face.

"You don't have to make me feel better about shit, Mia. It's none of your concern."

"Just shut up and come with me, alright?"

Fishing for the keys from the bag in my hand, I turn around and head for my car, entering and slamming the driver's seat shut. The couple of minutes it takes for him to get in the passenger seat and put on his seatbelt feels like hours but I use it to send a text to mum that we are heading out for a bit. That way, it would be a lot harder to jump out of the car, bolt to my room and ask myself what the hell I'm doing.