Amnesty

Brooke

Many people say that when you fall in love for the first time, you can see stars. They say that your entire world moves right from under you. Heaven and earth seems to align and your heart truly beats for the first time. The world as you know it becomes your balance and you can breathe for the first time. Everything falls into place and there's nothing that can top that moment. You finally know what being perfect is and you find a place where you belong. For me, that moment, was Logan. He was perfect. He was heaven. He was forever.

Logan came into my life the summer I went to visit my aunt in Florida. She owned a summer home there and my parents and I were often visitors. But the year I turned 18, my parents finally let me go visit my aunt Beth alone. That was the year my life changed. It was the year I became a woman and it was the year that would change my entire outlook on life. It was the year Logan came into my life, turned it upside down by loving me and then broke me into pieces when he left me. It was the year that would never leave my memory.

Brooke

Aunt Beth Lee was already waving to me from her front porch as I came out of the taxi. Her house was huge and it was always a pleasure to know that I would get to have my own bathroom. My parents didn't have the luxury she did because my mother married my father, an insurance salesman from Minneapolis where she married Ned, a stockbroker from New York; unfortunately, Ned and her divorced five years later. But she got a shitload of money from their settlement because apparently Uncle Ned had a problem keeping his dick in his pants.

Although Aunt Beth and my mother, Sherry, were sisters, they were nothing alike. For one, Aunt Beth is taller, slimmer, and has short hair. My mother is shorter, curvier, and she has long hair. My father, Jake, always stated that he would always prefer my mother over Aunt Beth and it wasn't because my mother's cooking was better. She was just the better sister. Aunt Beth tended to curse like a truck driver when tempted and she wasn't very nice when she didn't want to be. My mother was more reserved and she always smiled when she had nothing nice to say. My father was glad I inherited my mother's genes and not my aunt's.

"Hello Brooke!" Aunt Beth yelled as she jumped down from her porch and ran to hug me. She was wearing a yellow tank top that showed off her new double D breasts that probably cost more than my car back home. She'd also put in some brown lowlights in her hair, which she kept short to her chin. Her brown eyes were gleaming with happiness as she gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Hi Aunt Beth. You look good," I said.

She smiled and fell into a Vogue pose. "Do I? I've been staring at the mirror so much lately I think it's gotten sick of me."

I laughed. "You're funny."

She grabbed the bags from the taxi driver, who was eyeing her breasts, paid him, and ushered me toward the house. "How was your flight?"

"Long and boring," I admitted.

"No man to keep you company?"

I stopped walking and almost choked. "You're kidding, right? Look at me and then look at you. I think the taxi driver found you more interesting."

Aunt Beth set down my bags and took my arms. "Brooke, you're spending the summer with me. You're going to go home a new woman. I promise you."

My eyes opened wide. "My father was afraid of that. He said that I was to return home the same way I left."

She rolled her eyes and picked up the bags again. "Who cares what that tight shit father of yours says? I'm going to give you a complete makeover, which your mother will thank me for, and you'll love me for it."