[book 01 of the emotionally entangled series]
An attachment between two former best friends was something no one expected, especially from two polar opposites.
Owen Bowers was level-headed, imposing his influence wherever he went. With an unsympathe...
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Jaxon had reminded me that I shouldn't let Owen ruin my Christmas, but that was rather difficult when he lived next door to me. I tried to ignore it though for mom because I don't want her to be drying my tears whatsoever for the rest of the year.
It was less than a week until Christmas and mom was blasting out Christmas music in the kitchen as I put the last of the decorations up around the house. She was making some gingerbread cookies and the scent of it wafted through the whole house. It smells like my scented soap, I thought as I placed the last of the tinsel on the banister.
Now that I think about it, my thoughts go out to Jax. Kiara had told him they needed to face the music at some point because they all needed to spend Christmas together. He was rather skeptical because of Owen, but he knew that one little bust up wasn't supposed to ruin his nineteen year long relationship with his brother.
All I was focused on was making mom happy this Christmas. After all, it's the least she deserves after all she endured for me. I walked back through into the kitchen and saw my mother dancing around the island before pausing as her eyes met mine. Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas is you blasted from the speaker as she danced her way to me.
"Mom, no." I groaned in annoyance at her dancing skills when she grabbed both my hands. I really can't say no to her, can I? "oh my god, this is embarrassing."
"No, it's not. Let loose and have fun!" she exclaimed as she spun us around the kitchen.
It was a week until Christmas and all I can say is that I'd rather spend it alone in my room with what's probably my third hot cocoa of the day. My mom's been trying to lure me out of my room with her gingerbread, but my body wouldn't budge. It didn't want to move because I was scared it would just break.
I should be happy, I thought, but I'm not, am I?
Well, of course I'm not if my boyfriend broke up with me. After those events, I would've wanted anything to just be in his arms reunited and happy yet he walked off out of my life like before. It seemed so easy for him to just say those words as if he could toss them around and I would be fine with it.
I mean, he was the heart breaker in SVA. No one can take that role away from him.
It had been a fucking mistake since I opened my big mouth. God, why did I have to say anything? I could've kept my mouth shut and just let him do everything—no, what the actual fuck? Only the weak Brielle would say that.
So what, he's going to blame me for putting my fucked up family first? What did he know? His parents loved him, he didn't have to rethink how his parents felt about him. My dad threw me aside as if nothing and after years of trying to earn his respect, it was a routine I couldn't get rid of.
