Damaged [Luke Brooks]

Chapter Two

Monday morning...

Adrielle's Pov:

“Adri pick up the phone“ I heard Jessie yell from upstairs, who was calling me at seven in the morning? I leaned over to get the house phone that was on the corner table and picked it up, then sat back down on the couch. “Hello?“ I heard my brother hang up. “How is my daughter?“ I was shocked to hear my mothers voice. “Mom? Um I'm fine“ I said walking into the kitchen, “Is there a reason why you called?“ I questioned. “I can't call my children now?“ she replied “I guess so how's living in London going “I pulled out a soda bottle from the fridge. “It's amazing here, much better than living back in the states, how's Melbourne?“ “It's the same as it was a couple months ago mom“ “Oh, good to hear is everything good with the living arrangement?“ My face dropped when she said that “You mean when you decided you didn't want to live in America anymore but didn't want to take me with you so you shipped me off to Australia with Dad and Jessie?“ I gave her as much attitude as possible “I didn't think you would mind I mean Jessie left willing-lee at 14 now look at him“ she said. “Mom I'm not Jessie, you never asked me what I wanted to do. I was 15 when you sent me do you know what its like to ship a teenage girl to a different country where she knows no one but her Dad which she barley talks to and brother who hasn't seen her in two years?“ I heard her sigh “Adrielle I thought it was for the best“ “Well your lucky, I rather be here than in London with you“ I hung up. “Was it really that bad moving here“ I looked up to see Jessie. “I had a life in America I know you hated it there and as soon as dad offered to take you, you came but I didn't want to leave............ even if I have the best of friends now I always wonder what it would be like if I was still in the states“ “I get it Adri but I mean like you said now you have a life here so stop taking it out on mom it hurts her too you know?“ he walked away after saying that. I never thought that it did actually hurt my mom, but it hurt to know she didn't want to take me. 

The past years have been a mess for me no thanks to her, I didn't really care how she felt. Ever since I was nine and my dad left us nothing was the same, I didn't really see it coming my parents seem happy, they would tell me about how they met and it made me have hope. They met while my mom was interning for a fashion designer over in California, my dad was a waiter at a small cafe at the time while attending college. She went in there one night after work and sat at the corner table by the window she was specific on that, he came over to her and asked to sit down since the place was dead after that they clicked. They spent that night just talking and the rest was history as she put it. She ended up moving to California and getting the job at that fashion designer place my dad getting a job in his line of buissness which I don't even remember anymore. They made it all look easy after two years of dating my dad asked her to marry him, she did a year later Jessie was born than three years later I came out. Everything went so smoothly we lived a nice life in Long Beach which is why I didn't understand why he left, maybe I was too young to understand, to see what everything meant but the day he left and never came back hit me hard. I spent at least half of the year waiting for him by the door at the time he use to come home from work, I ended up falling asleep and waking up in my bed the next day. My brother use to get into arguements with my mom at least once a day saying it was her fualt that he left, I would sit there and watch her cry everyday for a year and a half. Once I turned eleven Jessie was gone and everything got better, she stopped crying and I never thought twice about it. I pulled myself together as well and tried to make the best out of it, being eleven and having all of this happen to you wasn't easy but we both made it work just the two of us. I always looked up to my mom, she was a big fashion designer in California. I use to love her job she use to take me with her some days and I got to see how everything was, it was perfect, her job was amazing till the day that they offered her a better one in London. Once she told me about it I was generally happy, moving to London was a good experince for me that's how I saw it but when she told me she couldn't take me with her I was beyond crushed. Instead she told me I had to move here with my father, a man that abondoned me at eight and I hadn't seen since. I was never a daddy's girl like you would think, I was always with my mother when my parents were together. My brother was the one my dad always liked, to him it wasn't an equal thing and I could tell. After he had left us I would only talk to him on my birthday or Christmas things like that but he would always call my brother, wasn't much of a surprise when he told Jessie he could go live with him right before he started high school. Once I hit thirteen I think everything really hit me cause that's when I went into depression, I would see all my so called friends with both of their parents and I had none, my mom slowly started leaving me home alone for hours at a time because her job was her priority. I felt alone most of the time I felt like nobody cared, having no family around me since my mother's side of the family was all in Texas and my father's side was here in Australia. Being so young I didn't know how to feel so I would always fake the happiness which is something I've perfected over the years.