18: Drama Queen

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"No need to pretend."

A month later and I'm finally able to go back to work. I missed being in the spotlight. I missed the sound the cameras snapping pictures of me. I missed the feeling of being the center of everyone's attention. I'm ready to make a comeback.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Ramone's number. I grinned when he answered my call on the second ring.

"Hey boo! I just got the okay to go back to work so when's the next shoot?! I know the people miss me!" I exclaimed in excitement.

"Uh yeah. I'll get on it and let you know," he replied hesitantly.

I frowned, "Ramone ... what's wrong?" I questioned.

He better tell me because I know there's a problem. I can hear it all in his voice.

He cleared his throat, "Actually, I haven't really been hearing from the mags lately, but I don't want you to worry about it. We're gonna be back in time. No worries!"

"Haven't heard from them? I'm Mia Parson, of course you heard from them!" I snapped in utter annoyance.

I finally build up the strength to do something with my life for the first time in a month and I have no work. There's always that tears me down no matter what.

"Mia, chill out!" he remarked. I can tell he was annoyed with my attitude but I didn't care.

"No. It's literally your job to make sure this shit doesn't happen, Mone. It's your job to make sure I don't fall off. If you're not doing what you need to do then how the hell can I do my part? I make a living off this shit and I don't like the sound of this. Not at all!" I said truthfully.

He sighed, "Okay okay, Mia. Lemme make a few phone calls and see what I could get going. Just calm down because you're not falling off," he replied calmly.

I huffed in frustration, "Aight whatever. Who's been taking my place? Whoever it is the bitch better be prettier than me!" I chuckled.

"Actually, Malea's been hot lately. Have you not been watching the blogs lately?" he scoffed.

My mouth dropped open, "Malea? She's like five months now so how can she be the one?"

"Girl, that hoe ain't pregnant. Her stomach flat as hell. Plus her and Dominic apparently are a thing now. All that shit she pulled last month was a fucking act," he informed me.

I gasped, "Are you kidding me right now? This bitch came to my house beat the fuck up crying over this nigga who happens to be my ex nigga and now they're a couple?! Wow."

"Shit is crazy!" Ramone huffed.

"Malea fucked with the wrong bitch. Swear to God!"

"Just chill for right now. You don't need no bad publicity right now. You're finally healed and the people need to see that you're back in full effect!"

I sighed, "Okay maybe you right, but I got something for her ass. She'll never see it coming," I smirked.

"Aw shit. What you gonna do this time?"

"Nah, you don't need to know that right now. Just know she won't even see it coming cause when I strike, it's a done deal for Malea."

"You're one evil bitch!" he grinned.

I smirked, "You may just be right."

Hours later, Brendon came over with my favorite snacks and some Chipotle. I missed my baby.

"So you gonna go that lunch with your mom?" Brendon asked while we sat at the table and enjoyed our meal.

I didn't want to ruin my appetite talking about that evil, vindictive bitch.

I shrugged, "Honestly, I don't know yet. Last time I talked to her, she told me that the man I know and love as my father, God bless his soul, is not my biological father. That's just something I don't know if I can forgive her for," I vented to Brendon while taking my food out the bag.

He gripped my thigh, "I understand, baby. Whenever you ready, but you do need some closure cause I promise it's gon' eat you up ma."

"Like I said, I'll think about it."

My phone rang abruptly interrupting our conversation. 

"Hello," I answered.

I wasn't really in the mood to talk right now. Anytime my mother's name was brought you in a conversation, my whole mood changed. I just want to shut down. I'm so done with her. I can't even begin to explain all the pain that she has put me through.

"You stupid stupid girl! Now you've gone and contracted HIV?!" nobody other than the devil in a black dress shouted loudly into my hair.

I sighed, "Why are you calling me? I told you I never wanted to speak to you again," I spat angrily, but my voice remained calm.

I discreetly got up and walked to my bedroom so Brendon wouldn't hear. I didn't need her getting him worked up too. If only he knew how horrible she really was to me. I told him about the little things, but I didn't tell him about the purging and starving me when I was younger. I knew if I did, he would go crazy. I don't want to put him through all of that. I'm a big girl and I can handle it on my own.

"Mia Parson, you are out of control. You are moving out of Miami and coming back home. I've made arrangements with the rehab facility and that's your home for the next six months," she went on, but I chuckled softly, cutting her off.

"You are delusional if you think I'm coming back home. I'm a grown ass woman and I'll stay where I damn well please. I pay my own rent, my car is paid off, and my bills are paid," I retorted confidently.

She doesn't do shit to support so I don't know why she's always going on about how she failed as a parent. She did fail, but that's on her. I'm trying to live my life the best way I know how.

"Mia, I'm dead serious right now. You can cut the tough girl act right now!" she shouted.

"Are you stupid, ma? I don't have HIV and that bitch that told you that shit will get what's coming to her. Stop calling me and I mean it. I hate you. Everything about you. You're just a miserable human being," I spat in pure hatred.

She began to talk, but I cut her off.

"I'm not done so shut the hell up. You're lucky I didn't call cps on your evil ass back when I was little. You don't deserve to have me as  your daughter. I'm all fucked up in the head because of you. You made me think I was less because of a little meat on my bones. I have a drug addiction because that's the only thing that numbs the pain you caused me. You ruined the memories I had of my father, the only person that has made me feel worthy of life. So yes, I hate you. If you died tomorrow, I would probably throw a party and piss on your grave. If you call me one more fucking time, I swear to God I will kill you. Fuck trying to make amends because there's no hope for us, for this fucked up relationship. Lose my number and I hope you have a horrible life. If you think I'm bullshitting, try it and see what the fuck happens," I hung up the phone quickly not wanting to hear her reply.

Salty tears fell down my face and I quickly swiped them away before inhaling a deep breath. After gathering my thoughts, I went to join Brendon again. He laid back on my couch and looked up when he saw me come back into the room.

"You alright baby? Who was that on the phone?" he questioned with worry in his voice.

"That bitch Malea is done."


Lots of harsh words exchanged. 

Is Mia really done with her mom? How do you think she's gonna handle Malea?

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pls excuse mistakes. this isn't edited at all.

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