Can't Be Broken Again

Heartbreak

Aunt Rose stayed with me that night. I cried for what could have been days, but had really only been a few hours. We got up at seven and began packing the things I had around her house. When we were done with her house we went back to my mom's house, well now my house.

I grabbed everything. Not caring if I would need it. I threw all my clothes, purses, books, movies, pictures, music, computer, things that were my mom's, and everything else I could think of into my bags. By time I was done, I had seven bags stuffed to their limits with things I needed or wanted to keep. I crashed on my bed, and stared around it. I couldn't cry even if I wanted to.

Thirty minutes later, my Aunt Rose found me with tearless sobs when she came in to tell me it was time to go.

"What was he like?" I asked when she started to grab my belongings.

"What was who like?" she asked coming to sit next to me. By the glint in her eye she already knew what I was asking.

"My dad Aunt Rose. What was he like? I have this tin. Mom had of pictures of them and stuff, but nothing about who he was actually like."

"Well he loved your mom," she started getting this dazed look in her eye, "He was charming, smart, sweet, and very cute. Bobby was the high school's quarter back. He was the good kid that everyone wanted to be like."

I sat there for a minute and processed everything she said. That souned so different from the guy that I had dreamed up, "Do you think he'll like me?" I asked looking at the floor.

"Steph, if he didn't like you he would be sent straight to the crazy house because he would be insane not to love you," she reassured me. I threw my arms around her neck and hugged her with everything in me.

I pulled away and wiped my face from some of the stray tears that had some how fallen. Looking around my room, well I guess it was my old room now, I noticed how I really didn't care about anything anymore. Why should I care if he likes me? He left me, and has never tried to contact me in anyway.

For once, in a long few days, I closed my eyes and smiled.  I was happy about not caring what the hell Robert thought. Who cared what he thought of me? Who cared if he didn't like me? Who cared if I didn't fit in with his lifestyle? Who cared!! My smile grew as the realization all of that hit me. The only thing that mattered was living up to the woman my mom wanted me to be.

I felt a hand on my shoulders, and I opened my eyes to see Aunt Rose smiling with me. That was all I needed to keep my head held high.

"It's time Stephanie," Aunt Rose whispered. Her face held that smile, but her eyes began to mist over and tears threatened to rain down her face. We had to make a few trips from the house to the car in order to get all of the things that I'd packed, but Aunt Rose never complained. She just kept going in and coming back out.

The ride to the Ms. Brown's office was quiet excluding the music that was playing. I stared out my window lip syncing the lyrics to Enrique Inglesia's Dirty Dancer. The trees were blurred along with cars, houses, and interstates as Aunt Rose drove along.

Aunt Rose pulled into a parking garage, and we made it to Mrs. Brown's  down town office with only minutes to spare. We had to run most of the way from the car, but we had made it. I got into the elevator with Rose next to me, and we both checked our appearances in the silver plated doors. I smoothed out my hair, and reapplied some lip gloss. Then I smoothed out the blue T-shirt I had thrown on, along with my mid thigh length shorts.

I pulled out Mrs. Brown's card and looked for her office number. It was on the back of the card, and her office was Suite 65 on this floor.

The ding sounded, and we stepped out of the elevator onto the thirty first floor. I started walking, but stopped when I didn't hear footsteps next to me. Turning back around, I saw Rose standing there with a few tears traveling down her face. I immediately went back to her side.