He Completed Me

Chapter 12

Cece's POV

When I turned around Chloe was yelling at me. Damien is long gone home by now we are in the house together in the living room.

"I drove all the way here CeCe!" She looked like she was out of breath. She was still in her sleep clothes from what I can tell.

"Okay yeah I see that. But why?" She looked worried for a second and that made me worry.

"What's going on?" I asked her trying to see from her facial expressions. But all I could see was her brows nitted together and her lips in a frown.

"You your mother she-." I stopped her.

"Chloe I'm getting on with my life without her. I don't want, or need to hear any of her drama." I said sitting down on the couch.I just couldn't. All that emotion and physical abuse I couldn't care less. Actually that's a lie she is my mother. And I do care. But Chloe continued anyway.

"I was at your mom's house cause she called me and she was asking about you. And when she was telling me how sorry she was for treating you she began convulsing and so I called the ambulance and they took her to the hospital."

"How is she? Is she okay?" I looked at her. My mother didn't have the cleanest bill of health. With all her drinking and smoking. She didn't work out all she did was lay around all day and only use effort for her boyfriend of the week. But I didn't think she could go and have a heart attack.

"Yeah she is fine she's in the hospital but the reason I'm here is becasue she asked me to come get you. She has something to tell you."

As I let this all sink in. I began to wonder all the things she would what to tell me. What would she want to tell me? Is it something bad?

"Okay well let's go Chloe."

As we got in the car she began talking about Damien.

"So who was that guy I saw at your door with you." I blushed immediately.

"That was just my boss Chloe don't think much into it alright?"

"Okay I just never seen you with a boy after you know..." Did she really have to dampen my mood with the memory of Nick.

Nick was a guy I was dating. I thought he was sweet and nice when he came up to me and said hello at the coffee shop. But when things got more serious he began to change.

He would stop texting me weeks at a time. He would say he got a new number and didn't tell me. He would just tell me I'm being paranoid and nothing changed between us.

I should've known better. I don't know why I had tried to keep the last remnants of our relationship together. It was clear he didn't want me but I still wanted him.

And I was sleeping at his apartment at the time. My mother got into her moods and started taking it out on me. And Nick asked me to stay with him. He didn't like seeing me hurt.

Since I was waiting for him to come home. And I was greeted with giggles coming from downstairs and I went down. And they were kissing on the couch.

I was not the least bit surprised I wanted to hold on to the thought that our relationship was perfect. But it wasn't he wasn't perfect. No one really is.

I hid behind the wall at the stairs so I could see if there was still a chance this was a mistake. He wouldn't really do this to me my heart was telling me. My brain was just laughing at me saying you knew he was like this the whole time.

You just wanted an escape from your mother so you stayed with him. He made the pain go away for some time. And you loved it but this relationship isn't a relationship. It's a parasite taking all your time and energy and putting it into no good use.