He mended my Broken Heart

Chapter 21

Micheal's POV

"That was it?" Romeo's reaction after narrating to him everything that had happened a while ago when I was with Micky. "Yea. That was it." I said as I grabbed a soda from my fridge. "You are such a coward." He made sure he emphasized the word coward. "So what's the next step?" He asked as I threw a can of soda at him. "I'm going to wait." He shook his head in disbelief. For me, waiting for Micky is the right thing to do if I really wanted to be with her.

My phone buzzed from my pocket and I immediately took it, saw my dad's name on the screen and answered. "Dad?" I felt like the call was for a bad news. Does he know? "Come over. We need to talk." I heard his bossy old crumbling voice over the phone but before I could ask him why, he had already hung up.

After telling Romeo that I needed to go, I rushed to my dad's house and took me an hour before I got there. I have decided to live by myself when I started going to college. I opened the huge door in front and saw Dad sipping his wine. "What is this about?" I answered him dryly. "What the hell got into you Micheal!!!" he shouted at the top of his lung. "You obviously know the story between me and Nicholas!" Oh, so he knows. "Worst! I've heard you had been skipping all your modeling sessions! Shit, Micheal!!" He was as formal as he was. Except the school he built, he owned the clothing line I was modeling. "Are there some more problems you ought to give me Micheal?!" He placed his glass of wine on the top of the grand piano and walked closer to me, he was indeed intimidating, scary and unapproachable. "Yes." I said with courage. His eyes widened and he grith her teeth. "I am not leaving for Paris." I told him directly, I have a lot more reasons not to leave now. I will not leave! "What the!!" He grabbed my white shirt, and if looks could kill, he had already buried me alive. "I am not leaving my mom in here, not even Princess, not even Anita, not even my friends, not even anyone who treated me good. You told me you'd take away everything you gave if I don't follow you. Fine! Take it all. I do not mind. You can have everything! I am not gonna leave! Especially, I am not gonna leave my life here just to continue your dreams!!" I was out of control. I know. But I am very sure now. I will be staying where I am happy. Here with my family and friends. I pushed back the old man and walked away leaving my dad speechless.

Micky's POV

My lips were plastered to smile as I woke up. I have thought about a lot and decided to face everything and every pain. I want to let go of the past. I told myself I am gonna visit my baby, to where he was buried. I always feel the pang in my heart whenever I remember how I lost him or her. But I know, my baby is fine now. I know his watching me over there; in heaven. I have angel now. I smiled imagining how cute my angel is. "Micky!" I heard Cobi call me up articulately. We were in good terms now, I was really sorry for acting so juvenile towards him. I never looked at the positive side of how nice it felt like having a brother. A good looking little brother, mind you. He opened the door and jumped to my bed. "Breakfast is ready! We need to go to school now, it's late." He said as he was pulling me up from bed.

I was eating the best breakfast of my life. The table was full of giggles and laughter from Cobi's stories. My mom was as happy as she was before and I can't see any trace of pain in her face. I know she's not that subtle. But I know she'd be, soon. I am just too happy that everything seemed to fall into place now, though I still wanted to talk to my dad.

I looked at myself again in the rear mirror in the car before climbing out. I was too mindful about what I was wearing. I was in blue jeans, and a white sleeveless covered with a black blazer with sleeves that I rolled back until my elbows. My hair was kept into a well kept bun up there and I was wearing my favorite black wedge shoes. "You look good." I said to myself. Wew.

I was walking towards my locker when I suddenly pass through Sara, my hatred towards her would never fade certainly, and I know that. And I hope she does. "Wooow. You look gorgeous." She clapped her hand as she walks circling at me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "What got into you? You suddenly look like a human." I smirked at her obviously envious remarks. "I would gaily take that as a compliment, Sara. Can I go no, if you don't mind?" I asked with the fake kindness from my voice. "Oh no no. Wait! I wanna catch up with you" She grabbed my hand as I started walking away. "What do you want now Sara?" I started to sound exasperated, though I was trying not to. "Nothing! I was just wandering how or who made you well." She smirked evily. Well, for me that was 'plasticly' if the word exists, her face was evil. I turned as I notice Sara's smile broadened as she looked straight behind me. It was Carlos. He wasn't looking at me squarely; he was uneasy and was evidently avoiding my gaze.