My Crush's Bestfriend ✔️

Chapter 27 : Past

☆~Jace Parker~☆

"I was almost twelve years back then when my life decided to fuck up." I began staring down at my hands as I couldn't be able to tell the whole story looking into her grayish eyes. "My dad worked in South America while my mom was a waitress in a local bar."

"My mom always worked her ass off to feed us because dad would sent us money once in a month or sometimes he wouldn't. So what my point is.." I cleared my throat. "We were as poor as a church mouse." I said and suddenly she held my hand squeezing it.

"Jace, that's okay. money is not everything y'know?"

"Yeah, yeah. I got to know it when my dad couldn't bring my mom back with the money he had." I told staring out of the window as the stupid tears already started to blur my vision.

"Where are you going David?" nanny asked while my dad was packing his luggage.

"Columbia." he replied flatly and nanny gaped at him.

"What? It hasn't been a week since Madison's death and-"

"Look mom, there are so many works pending there and we can't just sit on and cry all day for someone who was no more with us. Plus, how could I raise my kids if I don't go to work reasoning some lame excuse?"

"Lame excuse? Oh Jesus," nanny sighed hopelessly, rubbing her forehead. "David, do you think your kids would live without getting the love and care of mom and dad? They're too youn-"

"Cut the crap, mom. Jace is matured enough to take care of Gia and why should I be worried when they have you? Even when Madison was alive also, you were the one who look after them, weren't you?" he asked and nanny sighed loudly and turned on her heel as she knew she couldn't win over her son, and marched towards the door. I quickly ran out of there before she could caught me eavesdropping their conversation.

I sighed and turned the other side, glancing at Jessica who was smiling at me with some emotion that I fucking couldn't name it.

"She's always lovely and bubbly. My nanny too loves her so much. They both were like besties. However I didn't even like her as much as I liked my nanny. But for Georgia, she's the super mom, her idol and blah blah blah-"

"So you think your mom's not a strong woman? Do you think it's easy to raise two children only being a waitress in a local bar?" she asked accusingly and I wish I had met Jessica long ago so maybe she would have opened my eyes earlier on.

"Momma, I wanna be a strong woman like you." Georgia beamed sitting on mom's lap.

"Nah sweetheart, you should become better than me." mom said smiling faintly and the happiness on my little sister's face had been drained completely and I frowned at the television as how on earth could my mom admit that she's not so strong by herself.

But actually she was so strong and tougher than her problems. I could tell that now so surely.

"I didn't think at that time. Because I was so stupid back then. It's like I was kinda biased, that my brain registered to show only hatred towards her. Eventhough she bought me little gifts that I liked with her savings on Christmas Eve I couldn't ever be able to love her.." I paused and realized a lump was forming back of my throat. "..until I started to feel the absence of hers."

"But what's the reason for the hatred on her?"

"Well, I was a dad's lad and he was my everything. But I could only be able to meet him once or twice in a year and I'd always blame my mom for that. Because if she could've earned enough, my dad didn't need to work in abroad. And there was one day when I asked her to buy me a guitar for my nineth birthday and she instantly refused saying 'I'll get you that next time because we're strapped for cash right now.' and it became her habitual phrase whenever I asked that on my upcoming birthdays."