One In A Million

Chapter 43

02/12/2014

Marco's POV

"It has to stop Marco - I don't feel our relation will have a future - I'm going to stop the Agony, I'm sorry Marco" I have thought on her words with a growing obsession, day and night, continuously she was on my mind. I had thought all of that was a horrible nightmare and that I'd probably wake up all covered with sweat, and with Brooke by my side, but no, the nightmare was the real world actually, my reality. I have tried to figure out the reasons that would bring that sudden change in her, to decide what is going to be good for each other, and I never got revelation, never found the explanation to her behavior. I was missing her so bad. The last days have been like tne longest of my life, her absence brought an immense emptiness in life, I felt so lonely although my friends, family and little Nico were by my side. Each of every words written in her message has hurt me with such of a rare violence, like if she stabbed a dagger into my heart continuously, yes, I had this sort of vision, even when my eyes were open at day, Brooke stabbing my heart. Was it my fault, did I do something to her, what I did wrong. She never gave me the feeling that my status of famous and the luxury life style I'm used to was a bother to her. OMG, why, why did all of that happen to me. She must have talked if she didn't feel good, or distressed by something. Or perhaps my watchfulness hadn't been attentive enough to detect her sort of unease, yes should be blamed because of that, but my instinct seemed to play a different tune, as a proof that I did nothing wrong. Each nights, I dug inside of my conscious, always attempting to obtain answers, I tried harder and harder, how it didn't work, but the same answer came back every time, Brooke did all of that mess, she inhibited that situation, and broke my heart. I did cry so much, not a day passed without tears of dolefulness came out of my eyes, fuck, My heart was shattered.... The worst injury ever. At first, I was so not myself, and too grieved into my desolation to feel any anger, but slowly, as I was repossessing my composure and senses back, something changed, I was seeing clearly, I was seeing some kind of unseen truth, that my eyes never were able to until now. What if Brooke did play me all of that time, played me, and never was this sweet, strong and nice girl. What if she lied to me, and built up a scenario, played it nice, so she could get me easily, just to have a taste of what my world of luxury was. If it turned out to be true, then she exceeded at performing her role, and me, well, I was the stupidest man ever. I should have listen to Kevin, when he alerted me, warned that it was just too early for a wedding proposal, that I needed to know more about her, oh yes I should have. Damn Marco... you fuck up all the way boy. Why didn't that idea popped earlier. I allowed my burning desires and flamed love for her to tAke control of my me, yeah that's it. I had been to stupid, and allowed her to lessen my wall then. She made me fall down in misery by opening my heart to her, I've been too greedy. All I desired the most was to forget on her and move on. My anger was bitter and my soul darkened.

Domenico Restaurant

Marco and his three pals were having some best friends quality time at Marco's favorite Italian restaurant, well, sharing a diner to that place was kinda of usual plan for the three men. Robin and Marcel had imagined that a boys night would have cheer up their friend who was going through extreme bad times. Both were aware of the situation, as Marco himself had related with a heavy heart every little details of his the recent dramatic events, and how Brooke escaped. They had witnessed each of Marco's tears, cries. Never they had seen their best friend doing so bad, they were guteed by the situation and had no idea of what to do, they were so out of ideas. Marco wasn't even that depressed when he and Caroline called it off. The two had the feeling that something died in Marco the day Brooke left. Between the two, Robin seemed to be the most taken back, because he never imagined that Brooke was that kind of woman, the kind of betrayal and weak girl. After all, this one, played it so nice in every aspects, with her kindness, her smile, the shy good girl façade, that she turned out to be the centre of attention and envy. In some way, the couple Brooke and Marco made was one of those everybody wanted for, perhaps for the love they shared, for their little manners and interaction, the way Marco was looking at her, for their privacy, and for just too many reasons. Yes, they were "relation goals". Cathy was seeing a little of her and Mats at the very start of their relation in Marco and Brooke relation, she wished she got it back. This girl was perfect to them, to Marco, except for Marcel, who never hide his loathe towards the American girl. Was his suspiciousness not that bad after all.

"Never I imagined that she was that type of girl." Robin mumbled, then he looked with a focused stare at his friend Marco who sipped the rest of his glass containing white wine. The boys just finished eating a lavish Italian diner, which consisted of three variety of lasagna and salads, they were so full. Marco starred at his friend back, his eyes brows all frowned and breathed out heavily. "Have you called her or tried to reach her...." Robin asked.

"I'm respecting all of her desires, so it's no." Marco answered, with the look of someone who was annoyed. Not a second had passed without Marcinho to be like that, all long during their diner reunion.

"Marco, bro, I know I've said it too many times, and I'll sound tedious, but I'm sorry, I wish I could help... You are my friend, and what she did,... [Robn found himself out of words..], ugh... I don't know what to say." Robin spouted.

"I got it Rob." Marco spoke with such of dryness in his voice, which could be mistaken for some arrogance.

"I really had wished that I had it not wrong about her, that my intuitions were wrong either... but she proved to us what she is really."

"Oh please Marcel, don't bullshits me, I'm not up for it."

"I think Marco is right Marcel, let's get over it, you got the conformation of her real face, right." Robin said, attempting to change of subject, as the ambiance turned so heavy.

"And why all of that sudden concern about your intuition over her, what's the point now to fight over a pointless matter, to know who is right or wrong, you never liked her anyway."The blonde man snorted

"But I have to admit the fact that she made you happy eventhough that I never liked her Marco." Marcel said all sincerely.

"You said it all, used to." Marco thrown at his friend, with a cold tone, absolutely showing no emotions, so impassive. His behavior was at the verge of sarcasm. In regards of his reserved self control, the two lads were conscious that this behavior was only a ruse, and all of that behind this façade, Marco was so down, destroyed. It was clear that Marco was still so deeply in love with Brooke, and no one could take his suffer away that easily. Yes, he was so into her yet.

"Excuse me bro, but I think the girl must know how you're suffering, how heart broken you are since she left for some unknown reasons, how you're suffering in silence."

"What do you expect, huh, that I'm gonna keep on crying, that I'll feel so desperate because she left me, what do you want, that I keep on crying non stop, all day all night, do you want to hear me mourning how I'm missing her, well, I'm sorry to disappoint you dude, but that won't happen, I have no time for being weak. She was willful and conscious of her choice when she decided to leave.... I've... I've been stupid and that's it, good... Fuck ... I'm not the type who is going to run after her, that so not my kind... she decided to go away, start a new life, good, I'll do the same on my side. She can go away and fuck off..." Marco spoke out with a so high raised angered voice, that he did bring some attention on them, some people that were eating stopped their actions to look at Marco's direction, even the waiter stopped and starred with stupor at the footballer who was a regular client at this restaurant. That scene was probably something they'd witnesses once again. "Anything else Marcel... [Marco rose up from his chair and looked at Robin], Robin." Marco said more calmy, not caring about the fuss he just made.

"No, hey sit down Marco, all is good." Marcel persuaded his friend to sit back to his chair, almost inviting him to do so, but Marco preferred to stood up.

"No, we finished our dinner, time to have another distraction, time to move out of here."

"And what are you suggesting."

"What about to swallow some delicious drinks to our favorite lounge bar, ehmmm and perhaps hit on some hot chicks.?"

"Bro, alcohol is strictly forbidden for you, you're under medication."

"Oh fuck off with that Robin, stop being my mom... I'll wait at the car, and here's money to pay the bill." Marco said, taking some Euros notes out from his black leather wallet, and threw his Range Rover key cars on the key. He didn't say a word and just left the restaurant.

"Wait, are we going there.?" Robin asked with a worried voice.

"I don't want Marco to end at the hospital, so yes, we are going to follow him every where he'll go.!!!"