One In A Million

Chapter 63

"Brooke's POV"

"Am I seeing black every where once again. Gosh... Sophia being mad at me still was a manageable case, but when it came to mom, it sounded so differently. Why the hell did Sophia felt the need to whisper at mom's ear everything that happened with Marco, from his secret late night visit, to the skype chat. It would not surprised me if she added a layer of lies to the coat. I loved my Sophia, but sometimes she was a real pain in the ass, mostly when it was question of my private life. She was a perfect expert at digging the tiniest detail, and to obtain from that piece the solution of the problem. She was so smart, intelligent, the personality of a private detective. Gosh, if only she didn't get to see Marco on my screen, the situation would have been easier for everyone. Okay, well, perhaps I was the only one to be blamed for in this whole story, I did have the choice to not let Marco starting a conversation with me on the patio, and I also given a choice for the skype thing, that was to not accept his call, omg, what the hell have I done. I'm starting to question myself on my acts, was it so worthy, was he worthy."

"Mom's first reaction was to yell at me (Brooke, what the hell are you doing). OMG, it was so awkward to see her throwing that tantrum. She wasn't of those type of person to get upset that easily, but I guess that the name of Marco was a significant reason for her mood swing. "Oh no my darling, this fuckboy will never have my daughter again, he didn't allow you to speak, so that gonna be his price to pay, he will never have you back Brooke, did you hear me, never." Were her words, sounding more like a promise she made to herself. I swear that the words hate has not enough of consistency to describe her bitter feelings towards him. I couldn't fight her back, because she was so right, like always. She has witnessed the atrocious pain I suffered resulting of Marco rejecting me, she was a witness of the hell I lived with Michael, so, to see me going through an identical experience once again was just unbearable for her. "I couldn't protect you from the ripper, I couldn't protect you from a blonde asshole, but now, whoever will want to mess with my darling is gonna habe to mess with me." Yes, that was her words. Mom still had this sort of grudge at me for not having the guts to tell her about being in touch with Marco, but deep in my heart I was conscious of the role of an mom and her devotion and devotion for me. I did feel bad to have no decency to tell her, I guess I was so scared."

"Concerning me, well. There is so much to be said. I had enough of time during my loneliness to think thoroughly on my currently situation, my messy life, the positive and the negative. Gosh, I finally got to admit to myself that at the moment I saw Marco here, standing in front of me, I did experience a burst of joy, close to euphoria, it was just so a mysterious feeling. I couldn't even remind that this same guy had hurt me so much, it was impossible. If he had proposed me to come with him, I would probably jump without without a hesitation or to look to my left neither right, only him counted in the moment. My awaiting dream was becoming a reality. But as we all know, every dreams come to an end, and mine broke instantly when mom and Sophia put me back on the right track. "You're a big dreamer Brooke, but the time has come for you to wake up, Marco will play you once more, he just don't deserve you." Sophia's words have been echoing into my mind every day. I meticulously meditated on each preaching sermons I have been served every day, those bringing tangible affirmations to my already bias on this entire situation. In any ways my mom and my sister didn't influence my choice on a decision that I had the answer to over a long time, let's say they brought the extra support. I prayed for a miracle, if something could be preserved for us, Marco and I. I kept myself obstinate at hoping so hard for this miracle to become true, but the sad truth, the us had vanished with his words {just move on with your life, because that's what I did}. I was simply in need on that wake up call. Also, another sort of feeling in the name of anger had started to take over me. The sort of anger that was destroying every inch of humanity in you, a fearful one. What was happening to me."