The unbroken ones

Sixteen|old friend

Authors note: hello people! I am so sorry for not updating so much this week, but I am back and many chapters are going to be uploaded, Yay! I am so happy, 140 people checked out my story!! Can you believe ittttttt! Thank you so much for reading my story, and giving it a shot!!^U^

I deleted the first chapter and added a few new things, so you guys should go and read the first chapter again, you don't have to. The changes, I made aren't that big so if you don't want to read it you aren't missing out on something big.

This chapter is going to be interesting, and the story further on is going to contain a lot of drama ;)

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"Dad I am home!" I shouted while taking off my black sneakers. The house was quiet but then I heard some voices coming from the living room. I took off my cap and went to the living room. My jacket was still on.

A woman was sitting beside my father. She was wearing a white blouse, a fancy black skirt and ended her look with some Loubiton high heels. Her blonde hair was in a bun, ballerina bun. She looked like she was in her sixties.  Dad was sitting holding up some documents. He looked surprised and happy, but he had been crying. Remnants of tears were under his eyes.

"And you must be Rosabel. Come and take a seat with us." She said while waving her hand. "Yeah, I am Rosabel" I was still confused. The old lady had rings under her eyes, her red lipstick was fading and her mascara was ruined like she had been crying too. I took off my jacket and made my way to her.

Then I sat down on the grey couch. Dad took a sip of his coffee. Why does it look like he just won a lottery or something? And why do we have a fancy woman in our house? She looked at me. " wow, you look like your mother" she brushed some hair away from my face. "You are so like her, so beautiful. Same hair, same.. same-." She stopped and looked at my dad.

He smiled at her with a sad face. Who is she? How does she know about mom? Dad never mentioned anything about mom's friends, so who could this woman be? Did she know my mom?

And if you were my mother's old friend, then tell me how my mom was? That was a question I wanted to get an answer to, a long answer.

"Hello," I said gently, taking my right hand forward for a handshake. The woman looked down at my hand and then at me, with a dead face. "Oh come on" she muttered and came in for a big hug. I didn't even mind hugging her, but who was she? " Who are you? I don't understand.... anything " I whispered to her.

Dad looked up at us and sat the documents down at the table. "Rose..this is Mrs. Copper. She is an old friend of your mothers." I looked at dad, then at Mrs.Copper. "You can call me Alex, sweetheart" Alex said while taking my hand on her lap. "What?..I...you never.." I wanted to ask hundreds of questions to both dad and Alex. How did she know mom? What's was my mom like? She looked old, did she get to know mom at the university?

"Let me talk Rose, and then you can ask questions and we both will answer them. This will be overwhelming so be prepared" my dad said as he looked at me with a forced smile.

"Your mom had a best friend named Elisabeth, she knew Elisabeth from her childhood just like you and Sophia," Dad said, clearing his throat. "So this is Elisabeth?" I asked looking at the woman sitting beside me with my hand in her lap. But then a thought came back to my head, she said that her name was Alex. "No Rosabel, let me speak. Don't interrupt me in the next ten minutes" dad said irritated.

"They both became best friends quickly, your mom and Elisabeth. They also went to the same university.  It was your mom, Elisabeth, Alex and me. It was always your mom and Elisabeth in everything. Every year on Valentine's Day, I needed to buy your mom chocolate but also Elisabeth or she would seriously give me treats" my dad chuckled.