The One Who Healed My Scars

With All My Heart

        Ashton walked over to me and hesitantly spoke. "Brooklyn.." But I quickly interrupted him with rage. "No." I gave a stern look at Ashton, not wanting any comfort right now. I turned my attention back on my mother. "And you. How did you even find us? What makes you think you can just come here and disrupt our lives? You may be our mother-" "Brooklyn." Ashton attempts to interrupt me once again but I ignore him. "-but you have never acted like one so you better not be here to pretend like you're actually a parent and try to take us back because I won't let you. I love my brothers way too much to put them back into an awful situation and just hand them, and myself, back over to you." I stared at her, waiting for one of her pathetic responses. I could see the pain in her eyes from my rude remarks but I felt no remorse, in fact I felt anything but remorse. I hated what she's put my brothers and I through.

        It took her a few seconds to gather her thoughts and respond. "I'm going to rehab. I don't expect you to come home, or forgive me, I just wanted you to know that I was making an effort." I slightly chuckled at her. "How many 'efforts' are you going to make before you make a difference?" I said, not giving her any sympathy. "I know you're mad and I understand why, but can you give me a chance? Give me one chance to prove to you that this time I mean it when I say I'm bettering myself for you guys, please." I contemplated my options in my head. I thought a long while before I gave her an answer. "I guess the boys should know their mother since they'll never have a father, but this is your last chance if you do anything to screw this up, I will call Child Protective Services and we'll be gone forever. No exceptions." She smiled and tried giving me a hug. "No." I sternly told her. "And for me to give you another chance there are going to be some agreements. Every visit you have with the boys are going to be monitored by me, and if I really can't make it Ashton or one of the boys will because I trust them a hell of a lot more than I trust you. I'm going to be giving you at home drug tests every time you visit the boys. The last condition is that you can not expect to be completely apart of our lives, I still don't trust you. I'm just giving you a chance. Your last one." She smiled gratefully at me. "Thank you." She smiled and began talking again. "I have a meeting for rehab in a hour, I'm going to go say goodbye to the boys." I followed her, not trusting her. She gave Conner and Hayden a kiss goodbye, as thanked me one last time before proceeding out.

        Conner began to cry, not wanting to see his mother leave. He's too young to understand. After the door had shut completely closed Conner ran to Ashton and hugged his leg, crying into him. Ashton picked him up a soothed him as if Conner was his own child. Ashton cuddled the broken child as best as he could. I kissed Conner's forehead and walked up into our room, not being able to witness the hurt Conner is going through. I plopped down on our bed and relived everything that just happened in my head. I laid down as the situation was stressing me out even more than I already was. I was in there for two minutes at most before a blue haired boy walked into my room with Hayden in his arms. "Wasn't your hair just green?" I teased, as I sat up a bit on the bed. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, setting Hayden down on the bed next to me and then laying down on the other said of Hayden. "And weren't you nicer to me when you first met me?" He teased back. "Oh, bite me." I laughed as I tickled Hayden's ribs earning me a giggle. Michael smiled at the small baby's laughter for a few moments before his smile had become a bit more sympathetic. "Are you okay?" I smiled to cover up the pain I was feeling. "I'm fine Mikey." He then re-positioned himself on his side lifting his head with one hand, placing the other on my shoulder in attempt to comfort me. "Brooklyn." He then looked me in the eyes. "You can talk to me, I'm here for you. Even if you were nicer to me when we first met." He was always teasing me, he was like the older brother I've always wanted. I laughed at his joke and responded. "I know." I gave him a sincere smile. I was never good at talking about my feelings. Michael could seem my discomfort and dropped it. He looked down at Hayden and smiled. "I think he looks like you." I smiled, happy to hear that because I think Hayden's adorable. "You two have the same eyes." He smiled up at me. I genuinely smiled back. "Thank you. Our eyes match your hair." I smiled and winked. He chuckled. "Well I think I smell Hayden's dirty diaper, which is my cue to leave. I'd stay and take care of that for you but my hair's too blue." He winked right back at me as he exited the door. I rolled my eyes and laughed, taking Hayden to his changing table.

        As I was about to turn the corner into the kids' room I heard Ashton's voice speaking softly to Conner so I froze, not wanting to interrupt the moment. "Your mommy loves you so much, but she has to fix some of the mistakes she's made before she can be with you all the time, okay?" Conner was on his bed, laying on his stomach while Ashton rubbed his back soothingly. Conner nodded his head and wiped the last bit of tears that were on his cheeks. He stood up on his bed and hugged Ashton tightly. I mentally make a note to thank Ashton for his help. I love that boy with all my heart.

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