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saying "hi,"

 

"Welcome to your new home, listen I know it's not much but, it's just until me and my boyfriend get a place. And just to let you know, we don't live together, so no need to worry for things that are unusual." 

 

 

I smiled and hugged Rikki. She is a true new friend.

 

I knew tomorrow my mom was gonna see me again, but it never occurred me to believethat  it would happen in an instant.

 

I got settled in, once I put everything I wanted in an organized order.

 

 

I came across another door in the apartment, I didn’t notice it at first, Rikki said it was a one bedroom apartment since her bed was in between the living room and hallway.

 

 

I never knew that there was another room or possibly that the room was hidden, I shuddered in the thought of a hidden room, it gave me the creeps.

 

The apartment seemed pretty decent and I had a great view of the city from the west.

 

 

It was a beautiful view that took away my breath.

 

I moved all my stuff into Rikki's room while she slept on the guest bed, near the living room. Oh boy, I was living life for real now.

 

 

Chapter Ten: Next Time (Won't Throw My Heart Away)

 

Crazy as it seems, i’m seeing my mother for the first time again. 

 

I called in sick for work, figured I can’t work properly if I know i’m seeing my mother again.

 

 

And I have to tell her the truth, about what happened to Dad. He wasn’t meant to die, especially by me.

 

 

I never knew if mom would forgive me, even after all these years. And finding out until now, she wanted what was best for her and me.

 

And I couldn't see that at the time.

 

I should have, I wish that I can go back in time and could’ve seen it in her eyes.

 

 

Why she really wanted us to leave.

 

 

I walk out to Central Park, which was anout two blocks from the apartment.

 

I knew where my mom would meet me. Because a long time ago, when we first lived in New York, she took me to Central Park when she had her days off and went out for coffee.

 

She got vanilla latte and I got hot chocolate.

 

 

She told me we had a special place in the park, that no one ever knew or heard of.

 

We called it No Boundaries, because no one was around that area, ever.

 

 

When we left before we had a chance to go back there again, we never saw it again. 

 

In the near distance, I see mom walk down the long pathway.

 

 

She’s wearing a light brown coat and a white dress underneath, her boots were black as night. And her hair was, the color of the darkest coffee.

 

She still looked young like she hasn’t aged a day.

 

But she looks older than usual, well obviously. Who wouldn’t get tired running around the world searching for me.

 

 

She approaches me in the kindest way, she looks at me with that see how grown up i’ve gotten.

 

I’s only the middle of April, but it seemed as if she knew I hadn’t changed at all.

 

 

She answers with hesitation.

 

"Elle, how you've been?"

 

She said it in a normal voice, like she wasn’t mad or anything.

 

 

I begin to speak, but the words don’t come out. I'm stuck in a cry that won't start.

 

 

It’s like my throat choked on my words.

 

I struggled to say something, but Mom answered for me.

 

"I know how you feel, about me coming back, and it seems weird and out of the blue. But just to let you know, I still love you and I want what’s best for you. So if you want to stay in New York, you can stay."

 

I felt my tears form, one falls over my cheek and I wipe it before mom can see it.

 

 

My mom was sweet, something I knew she would do. Accept me, even in my depths of feelings.

 

She speaksagain.

 

"I know it’s been hard, not seeing you in so long but, I truly still do love you, and all those moments in our life when you ignored me since Paris. It’s been hard, but I dealt with it. I just wished I  had the courage to say something."

 

 

I look up at her with tears in my eyes.

 

"Are you still mad at me, about the Paris Treaty?" she asked.

 

"When we went back to the U.S. the summer before we moved to Rosewood, after the Fashion Show, I was not mad at you. I was angry, angry at myself. That I thought you ruined my show."

 

She flips her hair, and I realized that we had been standing.

 

How rude of me. Get yourself together Elle

 

I gestured for the bench nearby and gestures me to sit first.

 

 

We sat down on a bench, and a quiet moment passes.

 

 

"Since the fashion show, I haven’t been normal since. Because right after my clothing line was introduced on stage and the models went down the runway, showing off my clothes, I looked up where other people were sitting and watching."

 

She looks off to the distance, then back at me.

 

"I saw your father. He was touching another woman, in a way which made me uncomfortable. I knew he had to explain his actions and I was mad. And when I spotted you, there, I still had your father’s image in my head. I wanted to take out my anger on you, because you were there. Even though you left the mansion to come see me. I never meant to be so rough holding you and taking you home, when the fashion show was over and I announced my line. After seeing your father up there."

 

She pauses almost in tears, then looks up at me and continues.

 

"When we moved to Rosewood, I wanted a new beginning for you. Even though we stayed in Paris for a year. When you turned 6, I threw you a birthday party. I didn’t invite your father after what he did, I mean he did hurt my feelings. And when I put you to sleep that night, when the fashion show was over, your father had done a bad thing. I never saw him the same way again."

 

She continues.

 

"I took you to Rosewood, to have a better life and to hopefully make new friend. I thought it was best, since Paris was just another photo in my life that I needed to delete. And even though I was still angry with your father, he paid for my anger management several times. When I went didn't come home, night after night thinking where did I go wrong, why did my husband cheat on me. I was crazy. I never went to one of those sessions, your dad paid me to go, but when I finally decided to get my life back in order, I paid for my own anger management and I went back to work again."

 

 

She cries, letting a few tears fall. I tried my best to resist to touch her.

 

But all I could think of what giving her a napkin.

 

She sniffles, then answers.

 

 

"I couldn’t believe my own daughter, stopped looking up to me and O lost my heart and soul to that fact."

 

She clears her throat and wipes her tears.

 

 

"But I still got through it, every single day. I decided that I should divorce your father, that day I went to anger management. I never told you because I didn't want things to get complicated but I got custody of you, and I wanted your father out after realizing I didn’t need him anymore. And he agreed, I got my life back together and I tried to make connection with you again, but all I did was drive you away. But I still had hope, you had me in your heart since when your father refused check on you during the night, despite the fact we lived together for 2 months before he was finally gonna leave."

 

She pauses as if she was done talking, I look up at her while my head is on her right shoulder.

 

"That’s just something I didn’t know," I say.

 

 

"After almost being done with anger management, I wanted to tell you that I was doing fine 2 days before dad was gonna move out. When you came back from the bus stop late, as I was about to head off to work, I wanted to make it up to you by telling you. But you were angry at the sight of me and told me you hate me

 

I cringe.

 

"It hurt me real deep, I left to work crying because I thought, even my daughter doesn’t love me."

 

 

This time instead of tearing up, mom just sits close to me rubbing my arm.

 

 

"Mom, i’m sorry, for all the years I ignored you and never said anything to encourage you, i’m so sorry." I said, lifting my head from her shoulder.

 

I knew she meant well, I just didn't know how much my mom was suffering since then.

 

 

"But honey, you did help me and encourage me every single day, by rejecting me and telling me i’m nothing to you, it helped me realize that I needed to be the mother I needed to be for you. Not for me. You helped me become a better me."

 

 

My mom calmed me down by hugging me, it always worked and it still does know.

 

After talking, we went for coffee, she got a vanilla latte and I got a hot chocolate.

 

 

"I never really liked drinking coffee that much." I say.

 

"I know." she replies, smiling

 

 

We talked about how much had happened between the years and I confessed that I had killed my father. But it was an accident, a force of protection for me and our future.

 

What was I thinking, confessing this. But I had to say it.

 

 

She didn’t mind about what I did, even though I had killed her one true love.

 

But in fact, she was just happy for me. Even if it someone that I knew.

 

 

After coffee, she told me she was going back to Paris and staying for good.

 

"I'm gonna miss seeing you again, and sorry for the travels you had to make just to see me." I say.

 

"Oh, it was nothing. Plus you owe me, next time you're taking a vacation, you come to Paris and see me." she said.

 

"Bye Elle, I love you." she says, before hugging me.

 

 

And she left, as I watch her get in a cab.

 

"Bye mom,...again." I said under my breath.

 

Chapter Eleven: Wildest Dreams

 

 

So far, into work I came across Marcus and his 'supposed' devious friend Jeff.

 

 

They both stare at me with beady eyes, waiting to bite

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