#Chapter 17: Lorenzo

Mia's POV He said nothing for a while. I knew I was probably pissing him off, but I really didn't care. After all this time, he deserved to be pissed off. The longer I was on the phone with him, the more I thought about my life and all the days that I had been pissed off knowing that it was his fault that my mom and I had to suffer the way we had. "Where do you live?” “You got my phone number, but you couldn't get my address? Interesting.” “Don't play with me. Answer my question.” “And if I don't?" “.... You can either tell me, or I can find out, but know that I'll be even more pissed off if we have to go down that road. Your mother at least knew it was a bad idea to piss me off.” I glanced at Albert. There was no way in hell I was telling him where I was actually living. I'll look back towards my mom’s room. There was no way in hell I was telling him where I actually was, either. “Northside hospital," I replied curtly. “Why? Want to send me flowers?” Another pause,