Broken Promises.

Chapter Twelve- Turning the page.

Chapter Twelve- Turning the page.

(1 year later)

June 2009

Bridgette's P.O.V

  I can't turn the page or hold back the time, it's too hard to say goodbye.

   Let me first say that I hate change. Even if it may be for the good, or bad, I hate it. How could everything be alright one day, then the next day without any reason, everything go on the wrong side? It never made sense to me, yet again, my whole life hasn't either.

  Sometimes I look back on the things I used to regret, and shake it off. Only because at the time I smiled, and now I'd give anything to have that back. I wish I would of never said goodbye to anyone in Doncaster, or my family. Cause it wasn't a "good-bye." That was is one of the most stupidest words anyone would of ever called a "bye." I wish there was more of a selection for those words, since you're not really given a choice. Wouldn't it be better if they had it, a "bad-bye" or an "awful-bye?" Or maybe, just a "I-couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye." But, it really wasn't the goodbye that hurt though, it was just the flashbacks that followed. Goodbyes make you think. They make you realize what you've had, what you've lost, and what you've taken for granted.

  I long ago learned not to be picky with farewells. They weren’t guaranteed, nor promised. You were lucky, blessed even, if you got a goodbye at all. Because saying goodbye meant going away, and going away meant forgetting. Something Peter Pan once told me, and I forgot about it until now, because now it makes sense. 

    A month after my Mum walked out on the family, I decided to move in with my older brother Brett. I just couldn't stand living in the house I was once dragged into for no reason. That, and my Dad wanted to move all the way to Texas, something I didn't really want to do, leave everyone like I once had done.

  It still hurts to know that my mother really never loved me. I was just another detail apart of her perfect life that she had to present to people. I'd love to know how she feels now, knowing how all the people she once was closest too, hate her. After everything that she did or said to me, I somehow still feel bad for her. I should hate her and want nothing more to do with the woman who was responsible for my pain and suffering, but I'll be the bigger person for once and forget about everything in my past.

  The apartment Brett had purchased was closer to Alex's house and across the street from Emerson, that really had me packing up my stuff faster. After about 3 months living with Brett, his boyfriend, Jack moved in with us. Since Jack has moved in, everything has been going great, he's a really nice bloke, and American. Emerson and Alex love him, and quite frankly I do as well. Brett's absolutely nuts about him, and I think it's adorable. He's closet to Emerson, both of their personalities are perfect for one another and they get on well. Jack's almost brought back all the happiness into my life, making me laugh again, making my brother happy, making me happy, and bringing more amazing people into my life, by amazing people, I mean his twin sister, Jamie. Jamie's 23 like Brett and Jack, we get along great. I've gotten closer to her, and this past year she's become like another sibling to me. We've been living in this apartment for about a year now, and the healing process in my head went by a lot faster than I thought it would. Yes, a year now, and I'm already moving out for college. 

  I might only be 16, but I got to graduate earlier than most high school students. I also have the mental capacity of a twenty year old.  With the extra time to myself on the weekends, I'd study. Why when I could be partying or finding the love of my life. A socially awkward teenager like myself doesn't party. I have problems with interacting with other human beings. I have no clue how I'll be able to get by in college, but I never cease to amaze myself.