A Tale of Love (EXCHANGE LOVE #1)

I swear this woman wants me to emancipate

Sophie

Terrified, that's the only word to describe what am feeling right now. I woke up in an emergency room alone, I remember what happened, I even recall that Alexander brought me here, but I just, I just cant deal with this, its just too much.

The nurse came here a few moments ago to ask me if I was up for visitors which I just declined. I need to be alone for a while. but I did asked her for a phone to call my mother.

"Cherie, how are you? I've missed you, we haven't talked much lately "

I started to sob on the phone, I just broke, I guess keeping so many secrets has a way to exhaust a person, I really need my mom right now so for once I choose to be selfish, I chose me.

"Please come and get me Maman je suis de solei (am sorry), but I need you" i left my tears run freely at this point, and I think there's no way to stop them now.

"I'll be there tomorrow, where are you? and who made my magnifique daughter cry? I need to know so that I can break.- how do Americans say break some dicks"  I even felt  snort then as I had a laugh while crying, its good to know that no matter what my mother is always there for me when I need her, and even in my time of despair she managed to get a laugh out of me.

Gettin a calmer I had a long conversation on the phone that lasted until my mother got on the plane to come, in which she didn't brought anything I might add considering that when I explained the whole ordeal, she was sobbing right alongside me.

The next morning I still didn't wanted visitors and when mother arrived to take me home I asked her to not say a word to anyone cause I just needed some space to work my issues first. Without everyone fussing about the gravity of the situation.

Mom rented a beautiful manor just outside of town, it had a beautiful garden, and big spacious and luminous rooms. the beds were perfectly fluffy with many comfy blankets and pillows. We spent an entire week in bed with every single treat known to man kind crying and letting all the bad go, at least that's what mother keep repeating, until I just decided to snap out of that crap, I might have suffered because of the Candor Twins, but this is as much as they will take, I will no longer let this bad experience have control over me I thought.

if only it where that easy to forget, to let go of the bad people have caused you, I guess sometimes its not about how it makes you feel at the moment, its about how you feel others will see you after, as many things in life this is about perception, am afraid to be seen, heck am even afraid to look at myself, I know this partly was my fault, I was afraid and I let that fear control me, thats one of the reasons I didn't wanted to come clean about it.  I have to learn to deal with things instead of just running away, I need to change, and in hopes of that when my mother suggested that we work a little to acclimatize a little to people, I ended up saying yes.

The job for me consisted in the one thing am all too familiar with, I model for some photoshoots of her line.

I hadn't done this in years, my parents always used to fight about me working in the model industry, apparently they overworked me, and dad always thought it was pointless to burden myself so much for something so shallow, I guess thats was one of the reasons my parents divorced. Dad never understood the passion she has for her work. And the distance after the accident I guess was just the icing on the cake to split them up.

After a full week in the job I was tired, with all the work mom missed with this trip, I was worked to the bone between photo shoots and helping her design her new line. I was practically a model/assistant, and by the end of the week I just needed to rest again, I was officially destroyed.