Frosting

Stronger

Brooklyn's P.O.V.

I woke up Tuesday morning. As I prop myself up on my bed, a sharp pain flies up through my left arm. I look down and see my left wrist bandaged. I guess yesterday wasn't just a dream. In the vanity mirror in front of my bed, I can see tear stains on my face. I cried myself to sleep last night. I started to tear up again as I get up from my bed and remember what happened yesterday. The kiss, the car crash, the hospital, my parents not there. I was up til around midnight crying and my parents never came home. I check my phone and see ten missed calls from Zoe, five from Wyatt, and two from my dad. There is also five text messages from Zoe and nine from Wyatt. I press my back to my wall and slide down as I open up Zoe's messages.

Zoe:
Brooklyn, u need to listen to me

Zoe:
Brook. Please let me explain. I've tried calling u

Zoe:
Brooklyn. I didn't mean to. I should have told u

Zoe:
I need to talk to you!

Zoe:
Please let me explain.

Tears began rolling down my face. I opened up Wyatt's messages.

Wyatt:
Brooklyn, please let me explain. It was all a mistake.

Wyatt:
Brooklyn we need to talk. I need to explain. Please let me.

Wyatt:
It's not what it looked like. Things were weird and it got complicated. Please forgive me. I love you.

I didn't bother reading anymore messages. I'm sobbing and I don't want to see him beg for my forgiveness through text. I throw my phone onto my bed a few feet away from me. I put my hands up to my face and cry. Bad memories fill my head and it makes me cry even harder. I cry for almost and hour before I remember what Paris said yesterday.

"You need to cry, then suck it up, fix your makeup, and do some shopping. Then, you go to a buffet, eat a lot of food, go to the gym and work out. Then, you do more shopping."