*Amelia's P.O.V*

"Yeah, she's right here... I don't know why, Fiz, she just turned up... Alright, okay, see you in a bit." I listened to Chesney talk to Fiz on the phone. After he'd gotten over the shock of seeing me, he decided calling Fiz was his best option.

"She'll be here in a bit." Chesney told me once he hung up. I just nodded.

I was excited to see my big sister. Even though she was quite a bit older than me, she was still a pretty cool big sister. I knew I could talk to her about anything, even the personal stuff.

It was pretty funny, actually, because if you saw us you'd never think that I was Fiz and Chesney's sister. They've got spunky red hair, fair skin and bright eyes, while I had tanned skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. I was also part Korean from my dad's side which made me look even less like a Brown.

I was snapped out of my daydream when my phone started ringing. I fished it out of my pocket and almost broke down when I saw the caller ID: Mum.

"Oh, god, it's Mum. I can't answer it. I can't go back. Please, Chesney, don't make me answer it." All of a sudden, I was panicking. I was so afraid of what my mother would do to me if she was able to get her hands on me.

"Hey, calm down, alright? I'm not gonna make you do anything." Chesney carefully pried the phone out of my hands, pressed the decline button and then pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you." I sighed, my voice slightly muffled by my brother's chest. We then both heard what sounded like someone knocking on the doorframe of the shop and I turned around to see my sister stood in the doorway.

"Fiz!" I grinned, immediately going over for a hug.

"Mia, oh my god, what are you doing here?!" She asked me, gladly hugging me back.

"Yeah, that's what I was wondering." Chesney spoke up.

I pulled away from Fiz and sighed, "I just... I couldn't take it anymore. I hate it in France. I hate it so much. I've been there for four bloody years and I can still barely speak the language, which means school is a nightmare and makes me feel so stupid. The kids at school hate me as well, I know they do. I just didn't want to be miserable anymore, so I came back here. The one place that I know makes me happy." I explained to my siblings, a small smile on my face when I mentioned this place making me happy.

"What about Mum? Does she know you're here?" Fiz asked me.

"Uh, no. She doesn't." I tensed at the mention of her name and hoped that Fiz and Chesney didn't notice. Unfortunately, by the concerned looks on their faces, I don't think they missed it.

"Mia..." Chesney began, as if he was trying to figure out how to finish his sentence, "Why did you freak out when Mum called? Why are you so afraid to speak to her?"

"Well, I-I've run away, haven't I? She's not going to be particularly happy with me." I shrugged, hoping they wouldn't see through me.

"You sure that's all?" Fiz asked, the concern never leaving her or Chesney's faces. I just nodded, before she continued, "Alright, well, I'll give her a ring. She probably wants to know you're safe."

"No!" I suddenly yelled, taking my brother and sister by surprise, "Please, Fiz. She can't know I'm here. I can't let her find me."

"Mia, she might be a bit angry at you, but she won't hurt you." Chesney tried to assure me.

"Yes, she will!" I quickly put my hand over my mouth as I realised what I'd just revealed. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat as my siblings looked at me with a mixture of emotions in their eyes. Concern, still, but now paired with confusion, shock, sadness and so many others.

"W-what do you mean by that?" Chesney asked me, his voice shaking.

"N-nothing." I stammered out, even though I knew it was too late to take back what I said.

"Tell us the truth, Mia." Fiz said sternly but softly, before the sternness was replaced by dread, "Does Mum... Does she hurt you? Physically?" All I could do was nod, closing my eyes in hopes of keeping the tears in.

"Mia..." Chesney trailed off.

"Don't." I choked out, pulling away when he tried to reach out to me.

"How long has this been going on for?" Fiz asked. I looked up for a second to see tears in both her and Chesney's eyes before I looked back down at my Converse.

"A couple of years." I whispered, the tears blurring my vision as I fought to hold them in, "But it's usually only when she's drunk, w-when she doesn't know what she's doing." I had no idea why I was defending her. I guess I was just so used to her forcing me to keep it quiet that even now, when she was hundreds of miles away from me, I was scared of her hurting me even more if I told anyone what she did to me.

"That doesn't make it okay, Mia." Chesney said.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, finally letting the tears fall.

"Don't say that; you've absolutely nothing to be sorry for." Fiz said, pulling me into her embrace and this time, I didn't pull away.

"Please don't make me go back. I don't care if I have to sleep on the streets, I'm not going back there." I firmly stated, but the vulnerability was still clear in my trembling voice.

"Don't be silly, of course you're not gonna sleep on the streets and there's no way we're making you go back. You can move in with me and Tyrone, you remember him, don't you?" Fiz said and I nodded. He and Fiz weren't together last time I saw him, but from what I remembered of Tyrone Dobbs, he was a nice enough guy.

"Thank you. Both of you." I breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to thank us, love." Fiz gave me a warm smile.

"Yeah, come here." Chesney opened his arms and I gladly hugged him. I was finally safe from my mother.