Broken (Completed and editing)

Freya

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"You truly don't understand a woman until you know every single word she isn't saying to you"

Veronica's POV:-

Some days, I would like being called a morning person but some days that would just be downright offensive to me and today was the latter. But, I am sick and tired of spending every single day in this house where I can only communicate to Brenda.

Sometimes she is also a bit edgy. I guess the perks of being all alone whole day and giving a hell of a time to the army of servants-which my so generous father has employed for me-takes a toll on her too. It was unnecessary seeing as I drive my own car and I certainly am not a child anymore who creates huge messes around the house to need any servants running around cleaning and cooking for me all the time.

What I believe is that this only makes dad feel that I am not alone. One other reason would be that this mansion is inherited by dad and grandpa and his father and even before that, this place has been in the family. We could not just leave it like this. What he does not understand is I need him.

Mom once told me that dad bought the city apartment so that mom would not feel that things were changing too fast. Though the location of this house is absolutely beautiful. Mom loved the quiet out here. She insisted dad to keep living here.

Unfortunately, like dad, I cannot run from this place no matter how much I want to. When I miss my mother, my sorrow does not drown in a bottle of rum or in the arms of someone. It dwells inside me, has been living right there for a while.

I got up at 10 today and threw on a knee length floral dress and my brown leather jacket, putting my cow boy boots on and my hair lose down my back and a bit of makeup. I was out the door telling Brenda that I'd have my breakfast with Care and my friends.

Yes offcourse this was way too bright-guess I was just trying to rid my mind of the fact that Aaron-freaking-Flynn was hell bent on having a date with me, and all I could do was wait for him to make a move. His interest in me seriously amazes me. Describing me would go somewhat along the lines 'blonde, dumb, queen bee types, sleeping with the next thing that has a dick. Typical blonde is what people call me.

The saying "Judging a book by its cover is not the best thing" Has been going around for so many years yet people never really appreciate going out of the way what can I say. I was anything but that typical blonde.

To be honest I wanted him to make a move, call me stupid but I liked it when he followed me all day just to ask me out. And if I said that I did not find it sexy when he took this as a challenge-would be the understatement of the year. I know, how hard I try not to get attracted to him, but I don't know it's me or him; every time I meet him he just tries or gets sexier.

I have gone like a million times over the thought of not going out with him, and now it is starting to piss me off that I cannot move on from this, that I cannot take my mind off the fact-that when he caught me from falling I felt safe. I felt safe in some other man's arms for the first time-instead of my father who now barely even hugged me back when I did.

No, I will not go out with him no matter what he does. I just can't let go-that I lost every little thing I had after mom's death-because of a man. I was just a child when it happened. Whenever I think about Aaron, I get this strange comforting yet hazardous aura off of him, and it scares me.

I guess I will never be able to get through this all. You are one messed up bitch, Veronica, don't fool yourself; your mom is dead, your dad does not give a shit about you, you live alone in a mansion with only the servants, and you pulled poor Brenda into your shit because you were too afraid of being alone.