Complicated Love

Chapter Two

Melissa's POV:
The plane took off and I decided to take a nap. Even though I slept in the plane before, I still wanted to sleep. I love sleep. I always take advantage of it.

It feels so nice to be back with my Barcelona family now. After being gone for a year, I realized how important they are to me.

I didn't just leave Barcelona just for the fun of it. Problems were overwhelming me. All those problems were lead to my mother.

My mother and I had a good relationship with each other. She was like a best friend to me. She was very supportive with any decision I made, all except for one.

When I was nineteen years old, I started dating Lucas Vallon.

He was a very nice guy from my college. I really liked him. He was different from all of those snobby pigs from my university.

My mother despised him, though. My father was fine with him. My dad was a little overprotective about him. Yet, my dad was supportive, like always. Not to mention that Lucas was my first boyfriend.

My mother, on the other side, would always complain about Lucas. She would always have a rude comment to say whenever he was around.

One day, I decided to talk to my mom about this. I was so curious to know why she hated him so much.

My mother and I had a long conversation about him that day.

She elaborated with me about her opinion on Lucas. How he was so out of my league and that he doesn't deserve me. I was upset that she didn't like him. I wanted let my mom know that he was the one for me.

Once I started sharing my side of the story, she went completely insane. She started to knock things down to the ground and scream at me in rage.
I tried calming her down but it didn't work. She started to slap me and hurt me, physically and emotionally.

I was shocked at her behavior. Then, it all made sense when she then passed out on the floor. She was unconscious, she had no pulse. I was freaking out.

Later that night, we took her to the hospital to help her get better. We were too late. My mother died, she was hiding the fact that she had an illness that shut down all her organs.

I sobbed and screamed all night and day. I couldn't believe my mother, my best friend, is gone. Just like that.
I decided that I needed to get away for a while. I just wanted to drift away from my conflicts.

I informed everyone that I will take a trip around the world. I always desired to do that every since I was little. I left my Barcelona family for a full year.
And, now I am back. I am so glad I am back.

After an hour long nap, I woke up to a familiar voice.

"Melissa, we are about to land."

I lifted my eyes up to see Neymar talking to me. Neymar is a nice guy. Not to mention, a very attractive man.

Melissa, stop that.

"Oh, hey" I greeted Neymar.

"Hey sleepy head." He teased.

"We just met and you're already insulting me." I said, pretending to be hurt.

"It's not insulting." He responded, sticking his tounge out.

The plane landed and everyone started clapping. I never understood why people do that.

I got up and gathered my stuff. I headed out the plane and walked with the rest of the team to the airport. I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.