Missing You

Chapter 2: Shattered

Rachelle's P.O.V.

I don't know why I agreed to this. But I did. Alex wanted to talk to Mama, so I'm letting him. For some stupid reason. I'm allowing my sweet, amazing boyfriend to try and reason with the single most unreasonable person on the Planet. God please fucking help me now.

Alex's P.O.V.

I don't know why Rachelle was so damn nervous about this. It wasn't like her mom would kill me...right? Well, her mom COULD be pretty damn vicious. But all I wanted to do was TALK to her. No screaming no fussing. Just talk...and try to get her to change her mind.

I looked over to the passenger seat of the car and looked at Rachelle. She was almost folded in on herself. She looked some damn scared. I took her hand and wrapped it in mine and smiled at her. She smiled back, but anyone with a brain could tell it was forced. Gah, I don't know why she insists on doing that. I've seen her do it a thousand times. Put on a mask, fake a smile, and laugh like everything is okay. She could be on her damn death bed and would be faking smiles and laughing like it was the time of her life as long as it would make people around her feel better.

Just seeing her there with that miserable look on her face made me want to turn around and go back to my house and hide her in my arms, but we were turning onto her street, and it was too late now.

Rachelle's P.O.V.

I waited and watched as Alex pulled into my driveway. I opened the door and got out of the truck and met him around the front. He took my hand in his and led me up the path to my front door. I took out my keys and unlocked the door, because, chances were, Mama had been drinking and either wouldn't hear us knocking or wouldn't care.

I opened the door that led us into the main hallway. We followed the oriental-carpet road into the living room, where we found my mother watching Jerry Springer on the TV.

"Ma'," I said, to get her attention.

"Hey, Shell," she said looking at me. Then she saw Alex.

"Oh, hello," she said, her lukewarm tone was turning to ice fast.

"I think we should talk," Alex said to my Mother. He was taking control.

"I suppose we should," she said back.

We all sat down at the dining room table that could only fit about four people. It was only supposed to have one person to each side of the table, but Alex and I forced ourselves into one side, directly across from Mama.

"Alright, spit it out you two. I got shit that needs to get done," she said.

"Wendy," Alex started. "I love your daughter more than anyone I've ever met before.We've been together for about a year-and-a-half now and we've grown to be so close. She's everything I want and SO much more. I need her. And you can't take her away from me. Not now."

I looked up at him with what was probably the dorkiest smile on my face. He was my knight in shining armor.

"Well, those are pretty strong words, Alex" she said his name like it made her sick. "But let me tell you something I've told my little girl here. You're seventeen. You don't know love. You don't know shit. And here's how this is gonna happen. I'm taking Rachelle. You'll stay here. And that'll be the end of it."

My smile was gone. I was about to cry, then Alex spoke again.

"Here's how this is actually gonna happen," he started. "You're not taking her. She's the love of my life. And honestly, I won't allow it."

"I'm taking her. And you are going to get the fuck out of my house now."

"Look-"

"Rachelle Amanda I swear to God if I ever catch you with this boy again...You're fucked." Then she turned to him. "And you. Get out of my house before I call the police and have you removed."

She was walking closer to us now and I could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"You two are finished. I think we are quite done here"

Alex picked up a plate off the table after mom left the room to go watch whatever lame ass talk show that could still be showing at midnight.

He held the plate in his hands and threw it on the ground, smashing it into a million pieces. Then he walked out. He left. He left me there. Alone. And he didn't even say goodbye.

I chased after him, but by the time I got outside, all I could see were his tail lights disappearing into the night.

I ran back into the house to get my phone and call him, when I really looked at the broken plate on the floor.

Shattered. Into a hundred pieces.

Shattered. Like tonight.

Shattered. Like the best thing I ever had being taken from me.

Shattered. Like My future with my love.

Shattered. Like my fragile heart.