Culpa Mía Book Novels & Stories

She took the iPad again and touched something. While we waited she etched forward in her seat and began to apologize for everything that had happened since I moved in with her. “I know the stress you are going through just because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. I foolishly revealed everything you confided in me, just because I wanted to get back at a clown who isn’t worthy of your time, I mean, our time. I should have been quiet and classy as we agreed. I am sincerely sorry, best friend” Mia offered the most heart melting apology.

“What do you want, Mia?” I swallowed hard. “Can we talk?” She scoffed. “Now you want to talk?” “I know I messed up,” I said quickly. “I should have trusted you instead of letting that woman get in my head. I was wrong.” Sophie let out a bitter laugh. “Wow. You finally figured that out?” She shook her head. “Mia, do you know how much it hurt when you turned on me like that? After everything?” Guilt settled deep in my stomach. “I wasn’t thinking straight. I…”

The name flashed through my head. Fernando had mentioned her on that rooftop. A poor girl. Was she Cain’s ex? Did she suffer too? Was I just another name on a list? “Leila—” Cain started. He stepped toward me, but I shoved him hard, swinging the gun up, at the direction of his chest. “It’s your fucking fault!” I cried. My whole body shook. “You caused this! You made her push me!” “If you hadn’t— If you hadn’t—”

But I didn’t expect Mia to be holding my bag and spilling the entire content on the floor. “Opps, my bad,” she said but I could see clearly in her eyes that she wasn’t sorry. I fought hard to keep my tears at bay and bent over to start picking my books but then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. I was so weak, it was like my strength was failing me and I knew that no matter what she does to me now, I won’t be able to retaliate. I lack the strength and my heart felt so heavy that it was weighing me down. I felt like my soul had left me and all I could think about were the words in that caption, the sound of my moans in that record. If Christy was right that he couldn’t do it, then what can

I started, but she cut me off again. “Exactly, Rhea. It’s not your business. You had no right. Go to hell.” She snatched the books from my hand and walked off. The whole café had turned to look at me. I forced an awkward smile and walked straight to Lyra. “What was that?” She asked. “Nothing. Just a small misunderstanding.” I left it at that. I didn’t want to get into it. I was in my feelings for the rest of the day. I looked around for Mia to apologize but couldn’t find her anywhere. Then, just as I was about to drive home after lectures, I heard a soft knock on my window.

Chapter Seven— home alone ★maliya's pov★ The house was still empty when I got back. I carried my shopping bags upstairs and dumped them on the bed, too numb to put anything away properly. My phone buzzed again. Another text from Stephanie, this time with a link to the party and about fifteen emojis. I tossed the phone aside and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I'd given Micaiah exactly what he wanted. Two years of wondering, of questions, of unfinished business—I'd handed him the answers on a silver platter. And now he was done.

Carmilla and Mia sank into the plush cushions of the vintage couch. The air inside the house was calm, almost too calm, as if holding its breath around their conversation. "Thanks, Mia. You know it better than anyone," Carmilla said with a faint laugh, trying to mask the weariness in her voice. Mia smiled, but it didn’t last long. Her face quickly turned somber as she leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. “Cam... I’m really sorry I didn’t make it to Julian’s burial,” she said quietly, her voice thick with guilt. “I feel awful. Life’s been a mess, and I— I just couldn’t make it work. But that’s no excuse.”

Just like I’d predicted, that first session had been brutal. She also looked confused, and I know why. Emma isn’t one to share her feelings. We were similar in that manner. None of us liked sharing. We liked burying that pain and pretending we were okay. I had that same reaction after I realized that Mia had easily gotten me to open up. I didn’t understand how she did. If I believed in magic, then I would think she cast a spell or something. When we sat down at the ice cream shop and I saw the pain she was hiding, I couldn’t help but apologize. I still feel like everything that happened was my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t been so obsessed with Rowan, things would have turned out okay for everyon

Her face was covered with charcoal and her apron was a mess. “I am sorry.” She pressed down her lips and blinked her cute blue eyes, the anger I felt inside suddenly reduced. Who in this world can stay angry at this girl? “What the heck do you think you are doing?” I raised my voice but deep down I wasn’t mad at her, I just wanted her to think I am mad at her. She stepped away from the table and pointed at the menu book that was on the table. “I wanted to make that for breakfast.” She said softly. “But, I ended up burning the whole meal.” She closed her eyes and sobbed.

MIA’S P.O.V I took a sip of my strawberry daiquiri, admiring the turquoise blue water in front of me. Soaking in the sun I laid on a sunbed with nothing but my white bikini and rainbow sarong. I was done being ‘Goody two shoes’, my abandonment and time in jail, gave me a lot of time to think and go through my life, inspecting each detail of my past and all I realized was that no matter how much of good I have done, I was always let down by life. I no longer believed that ‘if you do good, good will come to you, but that doesn’t mean that I would no longer be a good person, it just means that I would no longer be always so sweet and innocent, letting everyone does something wrong to me, get aw