" In which I get my heart broken by the player "
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Blake Harper doesn't do love. He's rude, quiet, brooding, and prefers to be alone. Like all bad boys, he's untamable and unclaimed, but he isn't sure what to do when the girl he sets his eyes on...
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I breathed out a relieved breath when I finally got to lie down.
" Tell me, mi valiente una, have you met any boys? "
My cheeks are on fire.
" A boy? " I repeated shyly.
She hummed, and I could feel her excitement on the matter. Madre has always been my biggest supporter when it came down to who I'm dating. She never judged who it was or their appearance. They were greeted with warmth and acceptance. She explained that she trusts my decisions and even when she disagrees with me on certain people, she'll try to see my perspective. And she did, always, but growing up I noticed that there were reasons why she didn't agree with my ideal partner and I realized those reasons. Thankfully. If she forced me to break up with them, I would be set on a stubborn viewpoint about them. But because she allowed me to grow I had time to mature.
My heart swells: I am so grateful I have been blessed with such a beautiful soul to call a mother.
" Yes, mi valiente una, a boy, " she teases.
Pursing my lips, I roll over onto my stomach and heist myself onto my elbows, twirling my finger in a circle.
" I don't know. "
She's silent for a second.
" What do you mean, estimado? " she asked, concerned, " Is he mistreating you? "
I deny it.
" No, of course not. Madre, he is kind of rude and broody. He doesn't like me but my friends assure me it's not me. That it's with everybody. But even so, I want to know why I'm not good enough to be kind toward, " I ramble, relieved I had someone to tell.
She hums in thought. I wait with hope for an answer. If your mother doesn't know, you're screwed until you discover it yourself.
" Look, mi valiente una, boys like that you shouldn't waste your time on. Most of them have unsolved trauma or unhealed, and hearts that are bruised can't love another properly. You mustn't involve yourself, estimado. You will only bruise your own heart. "
I smile at her poor use of English. My dear madre.
" I know, madre, but he's so mysterious, " I groaned and flipped on my back, staring at the ceiling.
" Boys like that are always. Their hearts won't bleed nor stretch like a mother's womb to make room for you, estimado. Their hearts fear affection. "
My heart sours. What could have happened to make him so bitter? Does he fear affection this much he turns his back against it? Why do I care? Sighing, I close my eyes and feel my body slack off in gratitude. I'm exhausted.
" Thanks, madre. But I must go, I'm very tired, " I explained and kissed the screen.
