12 - Pinky Promise

12 - Pinky Promise

Mia

I didn’t know what to think. How to think. All my motor functions had come to a halt as soon as I had heard a very patient nurse through the phone. Thankfully, Emma and Summer had cornered me seeing my pale face and kept the phone on speaker, hearing the second worst news I’ve ever heard in seventeen years of my life.

First one was when my dad brought me into that god-awful hospital room and told me what had happened to Mom.

“Mia.”

I couldn’t breathe. My arms were shaking, and I wanted to empty my breakfast—oh God, my dad… he had made eggs, and we had joked about something this morning, and we were laughing and he—

“Mia.” My vision was getting blurry as I focused on the sharp, intense gaze. His warm hands on my shoulder. “I’m here. Clyde is okay.”

“H-He…” I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to throw myself in cold water and never breathe just so I could stop the ache in my heart.

I didn’t want to feel this emotion a