I see your face in my mind as I drive away
The image of the Nick's broken face hanuted me the whole way back to my house.
I finally made it home, after being forced to stop the vehicle from the flood that filled my eyes, and still it did. I found my mothers motionless body strung oddly on the quite ugly leather couch that was awkwardly pushed against the wall. She must have been waiting me to return and feel asleep in the process. I hesitated about informing her about my presents, so instead I retreated to the bathroom. If she saw the forming lake on my face, I was ensured that Nick Jonas's life would be taken, before she even got my explanation out. In which, I was debating telling her the truth or not. I could just say that, I wasn't feeling it anymore. That I just didn't like him, but, I'm sure she would see through that. She seen us together. She seen how crazy we are about each other.
In the mist of removing the dripping mascara and other not water proof make up, I remembered Nick's voice cracking in confusion. His teary eyes stretching over me for an answer. Which I realized the way to avoid the tears is not to think about that. Although he still found his way back into my head, I attempted to push it away every time. Most times, I lost. Five minutes of this non stop fight to forget about what I had left, one of the only people I could explain this too, that just might understand it, came knocking at the bathroom door.
"Abigail," she didn't seem shy to yelling at my late night arrive, "what were you doing out so late!?"
I took a slow deep breath while making sure I didn't look to heart broken. My cheeks appeared slightly more maroon then usually, due to the brushing of the waterfall coming from my eyes, but other then that, it was always the same bare face I wore at home.
"Mom," I stepped from the bathroom, as my Mom moved backward to make room, "I...I...," I stuttered. I glanced up and found shock fill my Mothers expression. Rarely was I at a loss for words around her.
"I broke up..." come on Abigail, two more words, I told myself.
"I broke up with Nick."
I swear, my Moms jaw reached the floor.
"You what!?"
I shook my head and covered my sobs with laugher.
"Why!?"
This questioning would go on forever, I would tell her the truth.
"Can we sit before I tell you?" I asked.
"Sure, " She gestured to the couch that had her sleeping position skunking into it.
After taking my place at the couch, I slide forward, leaning my elbows on the hard ends of my knees, then burring my face into my hands.
I glance at my mother, who was eager for an answer.
"Mom, I did it because, I'll hold him back."
"What?" she was still out of my loop.
"Us being together was hold him back from everything good he could do," I began to explain more thoroughly, but was interrupted.
"Honey," she stroked my shoulders, "You can't be seriously be thinking that, can you?"
What? I thought, how could she not understand this? She is usually the only person who does.
"You bring out the best in him. Did you know that?"
I really didn't want to hear the list of things I did. I 99.9% know that I did the right thing.
"Mom, I did the right thing," I said my exact thoughts, "even if you don't agree."
She nodded. She knows no one could change my mind. I did inherited my stubbornness from her.
"I'm going to go to sleep," I lifted myself and we exchange a kiss on the cheek. Then I retreated to my bed room, where I cried, till the unwanted vibrant rays of sun glistened through the window.
Chapter 1
