I can not believe that we left town two nights ago. We left without anything but what we had. Money wise, we were broke. Clothing wise, we only has what was on our backs. We left without saying goodbye to our parents or siblings. What the hell is wrong with us?
"Mia? You okay?" Kyle asked as we sat down in a cafe we found in a small town. James and Emma were getting gas outside. "Yeah I am fine, why do you ask?" I asked him. He stared at me, then turned to the window and watched James learn how to pump gas. Emma sat there making sure James was doing it right, finally she got tired of watching him and took over herself. "You just look a little pale that's all." Kyle said, still watching Em and James fight. I smiled when Em rolled her eye at something he said. "Well, I was stuck in a moving car for two days now, of course I am a little pale." I said. He nodded. After that we just watched the two idiots outside the window.
Emma put up the gas hose and turned to James and said something. He shrugged. The two went back to arguing. As they did that, my mind went somewhere else.
"Mama? What you doing?" Ten year old me asked. "Baking a cake for your fathers birthday." she said with a smile. I smiled big at the thought that my father was coming home, at least just for a day. "Yay! Daddy is coming home!" I yelled. My mother laughed as she continued to frost the fluffy white cake.
Later that day, when all the gifts were wrapped, the cake was made, and the dinner finished roosting in the rooster, my father never came home. He never came through the red front door with a big smile and arms open wanting a hug. It just never happened. Because he didn't live long enough. He died that night on his way home. They found his body on the side of the road. I never felt more empty then I did that night.
***End of Flashback***
"Mia? Hello, snap out of it girl." Emma snapped me out of my thoughts. "Huh?" I said. She giggled. "I said I was hungry, want to get something to eat with me?" she asked. I looked across the table. James and Kyle weren't there. "Where did they go?" I asked pointing in the empty seat. "Man, what were you thinking to be out of it the last 30 min?" she asked, looking a little worried. "Stuff that happened back in my child hood." I said. Emma let out a sigh and relaxed her shoulders a bit. I noticed today she didn't have make up on. It's a bad day for her. It's a bad day for us all. "That's never good when you go thinking about your messed up childhood." Em stated. "Gee, thanks I said.
She laughed and little and I returned it with a smile. "Come on, can we eat now?" she asked. I nodded, still wondering where the two boys went. Then thinking it was best not to know. I sighed and walked with Em the the cafe cashier. "Can I have a frappuccino and a donut please." she ordered. I laughed at her unhealthy choices. She turned to me. "What do you want?" She asked. "I don't want anything, but thanks." I said. She gave me a look before turning back to the man. "Is that call Miss?" The man asked. That's when I stopped and froze. "James?" I asked the man.
James turned to me with a smile, and a fake mustache. "Yep Miss Mia, it's me, hey trust me on this one." he said. I thought for a minute as Emma was laughing behind me. "Trust you on what?" I snapped in a whisper tone. "We need free food somehow, so I can give it to you for free." He said. I looked him up and down. "Where did you get the uniform?" I asked. He smiled even bigger, make his mustache almost fall off. "Did you know they have these bad boys just laying around back there?" He asked. I was about to say something, when Kyle, also wearing a uniform and mustache, showed up. "Actually, we knock out two men in the back bathroom, don't go back there." Kyle said. I turned to Emma, who was still laughing. "What all did I miss?" I asked. She shrugged. "You remember the game, well, while we were getting gas, I got a text saying make your first move, well stealing food is our first move." Em explained.
Although the food was good, and the drinks were amazing. I still didn't like the fact we just stole food. I didn't have much to do with this action, or crime, but I knew I would have to be apart of the worst ones to come. The painful ring in my head says so.