Mia didn't have the best childhood. Or the best mom. But when her mom moves her out to Miami for a "fresh start", she meets Mattia, the future capo of the Italian Mafia. Mattia doesn't want to let her in, and Mia is afraid to be tied down to the pla...
"Facetime everyday!" I yell through the window of my seat already in the taxi that would take us to the airport.
"And don't you dare forget it!"
Curly is standing on the sidewalk shouting back at me. Wow. I really am gonna miss him.
My mom hops in the car, not even turning towards Curly. I sigh as I feel the car begin to move. Curly has always taken care of me, sometimes more than my own mother. About 2 years ago she was fired from her job at a vet clinic. I guess they stopped being so lenient with the amount of days she just didn't show up to work, or was late by almost an hour. After that I guess it was a wake up call for her. She had to get her drunk ass up off the couch, and get over my dads passing. So she decided to get her shit together. For me, it was too late, she wasn't there when I needed her, and now I didn't. I had Curly. For this she has always sorta resented him, even though it was her own fault, the day she stopped being my mother I stopped being her sweet little girl.
"So, you excited Misa?" She said through a tight smile that I knew she was faking. It was awkward, being here with her. I hadn't spent quality mother daughter time with her since... well, almost 10 years ago.
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"Excited? I didn't wanna move in the first place..." I say, not looking at her. I just sit there watching the houses, my school, the grocery store. Everything I ever knew as we pass by.
"Oh, c'mon Misa, this move is gonna be good for us. It's a fresh start!" She looked at me pleadingly, but I wasn't about to give in so easily.
"A fresh start for who, Mom? Me, because I sure as hell didn't ask for this. This is just your stupid excuse to get us away from the town where everyone knows what a fuck up you are." I looked at her furious and I could tell she was shocked.
"And a shit mother too..." I said a little quieter.
"Misa... how many times do I have to say I'm sorry." She looked at me with sadness in her eyes.
"And how many times do I have to tell you I don't care..."
"Look Misa, I'm still your mother-"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I say a little louder than I intended. Misa was the nickname I used to call myself before I could separate the names Mia and Isabelle. Then I never managed to live it down, since it was what my father called me 'till the day he died.
"You may have been the person to give birth to me, but you stopped being my mother the first time you picked up a bottle of liquor and didn't put it down 'till you were passed out somewhere in the house."
"Mis-...Mia, I was grieving, you have to understand."
"First of all, I don't HAVE to do anything, and second, nobody grieves the way you did for almost a decade!"
