Clarissa looked at her daughter. She was mad. How dare she abandoned her, after all she did for her! She hadn't seen her daughter in six years. Six years!! The only reason Clarissa had children was because she didn't want to end all alone. Her own selfishness was the reason she had experience such pain. The feeling of lost.
No one told her the hard job of being a mother. The twenty-four/seven annoying sound of crying, the disgusting things she had done for those dirty babies and the feeling of emptiness that follow the loss. Her body was not the same after that, her beautiful and curvy model body was ruin after those children. She lost her career for those ungrateful children! Resentment and hurt follow the raising of her kids. She accepted she was not the greatest mother but she loved her children, her daughter. She swear she did but in some kind of way she like the suffering she had cause her. Clarissa suffered a lot, and why not make her daughter suffer as well? Now she knew she wasn't the only one suffering. She needed someone to blame for her own mistakes. Some one she could hurt and live from.
Looking at her daughter again she saw nothing. She was dissapointed, her feelings didn't reflect in her eyes anymore. Vanessa was always easy to read, her naiveness was the reason of her own pain. What had happened to her... Vanessa was a girl who wore her heart out in her sleeves. Clarissa was dissapointed again, she saw her own reflection on her daughter's eyes. She was broken. And on her sick mind Clarissa was happy. No one could hurt her daughter again but she knew her daughter was miserable. The attitude she portraited was nothing but her shield. Vanessa was broken. And in some kind of sick way, Clarissa was glad.
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She was here. After those six long years searching every hole in the earth he had found her. (Or rather, she have found him.) Regardless, she was here. After all he had done, he knew he was not the reason she was here but still. She was here. He had promised to never hurt her and yet he was the person who inflicted more pain. He remember the day he had left her. In the altar. He had arrived at the church, he was late, he was suppose to be there thirty-two minutes ago but he couldn't help but stop at a bar and drink some liquid courage. His hands were sweating, his polished hair was all messy for all the times he had ran his hands through it. I can't do this. His brain kept screaming.
This is too much, too soon. What if she leaves me? Do I really love her? No one else, forever? The greatest commitment in his entire life. He was a coward. He wanted to blame her for his missing concept of responsibility and commitment. He did blamed her for a while, saying it was her fault. He had told her he didn't want to marry, at least, not yet. But she kept pushing and he wanted nothing more than to make her happy. Yes, it was her fault. He had told her! But she didn't listen.
He could remember the look on her face when she ran out of the church. The hot burning pain she felt, he saw it. It was burning everything around her, Looking at her wild hair moving with the breeze she had her hand in her mouth, she almost fell a couple of times but her high heels were abandoned in the stairs. She was a fast runner he notice. With his hand in his heart he tried to open the door and got out. He scream her name a couple of times but she make a turn, and then another an he couldn't see her anymore.
Running back to his car he demand his chofer to find her. He had looked everywhere. How hard could it be to find a woman running in a wedding dress? It-was-fucking-impossible. They search for forty minutes and even though he didn't want to give up, he knew he wouldn't find her. So he did the most logical thing, he waited for her to confront him, to tell him how much of a coward he was and tell him just how much she hated him. To come and get her things... but she never came. He knew above everything else Vanessa was a sensible prideful woman, he knew her too well. Deep down he knew she wouldn't come, maybe that's why he stopped looking, maybe he want to be free from her? Impossible, Vanessa was his love, his soul-mate, his everything. But he left, why don't give marriage a go? How bad could it be? What was he so afraid of? This torturing questions pester him every day. So here he was afraid of this day coming.
She wasn't the same person he had left at the altar. Her blood-red like lips where the prove of it. She'd never used that color. It was too sexy for her to used out of the bedroom. Now, she was wearing it.
Adam gulp. Time to confront her, to hear all the thing she had to say. She was a goddess, he notice, she was more beautiful than he could ever remembered. Her hair now was long and voluminous. Her smirk remember him the way she used to tease him. Stop it. He told himself.
Looking around he noticed the only chair left was besides him. It was suppose to be for his date but she had been sick and he couldn't not come. He told himself it was because he had make the compromise but deep down he knew it was because of her. He had hope she'd come, now that she did, he wish she hadn't. His stomach was in knots and a big huge lump in his throat. Breathing deeply he watched as she went around the table to sit besides him. He stood up and waited for her to get to her chair.
Suddenly she made eye contact and his heart skip a beat when he saw the smile she gave him. He shiver. It was like a predator watching it's prey. When she was close enough he pulled the chair out for her to sit. With a seductive smile he noticed how Vanessa lower herself in the chair making sure to never lose eye contact.
"Thank you A" she said calling him by his nickname. "Always the gentleman A, always the gentleman..." He couldn't help but take a good look at her, she had called him his nickname and memories couldn't help but wonder.
Adam sat again. Looking with the corner of his eyes he saw her putting the napkin on her lap.
"Well then, my beautiful daughter Vanessa had finally made an aparition. How have you been my dear?" Mr. Da Silva said.
"Good father, better than I had ever been." She said flashing her million dollar smile and looking straight to me.
