One More Time
Chapter 7
Jasmine's POV
One thing I really loved was Disney movies. My favorite one was Tarzan and obviously I just adored the songs. So, singing "You'll Be In My Heart", whilst cleaning was nothing new.
"No matter what they say, you'll be in my heart always," I sang loudly while I swept the kitchen floor.
"Why can't they understand the way we feel? They just don't trust what they can't explain," I held onto the broom like a microphone and swept my hand out in front of me.
"I know we're different but deep inside us, we're not that different after all.
"And you'll be in my heart, yes you'll be in my heart. From this day on and forever more," By this lyric I was already moving my way across the kitchen and dancing to an invisible audience.
I was really surprised when my music stopped and my phone started ringing. I quickly picked up the phone and answered the call not bothering to check the Caller I.D.
"Hello?"
"Jasmine?" An uncertain voice answered.
"Yes, this is she. Who's this?"
"It- It's Megan, your mother."
My eyes widened slightly and blood ran cold,"What do you want?" I hissed into the phone.
"J-Jasmine I just want to talk to you!"
"Really? Are you serious? After a whole year you finally picked up the fucking phone and remembered you had a daughter?"
She gasped,"It wasn't like that. You-Your father-"
"My father what? He didn't have any say in your little idea. You can't say anything. You could've talked to me. Hell, I needed you. I needed both of you, but not anymore. Now mother, what is it that you really want?"
"I just wondered if I could see you Jasmine. After all you are my daughter."
I laughed,"Your daughter? Really? Where were you this past year "mother"? Huh? Where were you when I was broken? Where were you when I didn't speak to anyone for months? Only Ty talked to me! Now he can't because you guys sent him away to a fucking bording school just so he couldn't talk to me. What do you have to say mother? Do you actually consider me as your daughter? Cause I sure as hell don't consider you as my mother."
"Jasmine that's no way to speak to me. I love you."
"You love me? Mother, you can't just stop speaking to me for such a long time and expect me to welcome you with open arms. You and dad didn't understand that I didn't want to marry that guy. Why would you, my mother set me up like that? Just for a business deal. Did I really mean that little to you?"
"We just wanted the best for you."
"The best for me? You didn't know what was the best for me! I hardly even knew the guy!"
"We just thought that you needed to move on. After all since Vince-"
"Don't you dare mention his name,"I said coldly.
"I-I'm sorry."
"No you're not. Now, I have better things to do than to deal with this. Goodbye mother, please don't call back."
I hung up and had to contain myself from throwing my phone at the wall. I curled my hands into tight fists, letting my nails dig into my palms.
It hurt me having to talk to my mom like that, but she didn't understand. She hurt me. Out of all the people in the world, I thought she would be the one to back me up with anything. Especially in my choice to not marry that guy. Instead of listening to me and letting me heal by myself, she took measures into her own hands.
