Broken

"I can't take this any more!" Screamed Chase.

"Why not?" I whispered, my voice shaking and eyes ready to spill over with tears at any moment.

"I'm not ready to settle down and give you what you want, and you could do so much better than me!" He yelled, looking dejected.

I'd had enough, I ran out of the house, upset. At the age of seventeen, all I wanted was the happily ever after I had dreamt of all my life. I couldn't stand the thought of my boyfriend of three years not being there for me any more.

I ran out of his house, and I kept running until my legs gave in, and I collapsed from exhaustion. It felt like I had been running for hours.

You know how in movies when the boy breaks up with the girl and she runs, there is always a storm or at least some rain? That's all I hoped for right now, but it never came. I checked my phone, 4:59 pm, less than an hour after I finished work, and everything seemed to be going wrong already. I just wished that some darkness would come and swallow me up and take away this pain. But my mind knew better and wouldn't let me think like that.

"Things will get easier!" My mind seemed to scream, as tears poured down my face.

It was a calm spring day, it had been a lovely temperature all day, enough to put someone in a good mood, but nothing could fix this right now.

I just wanted to be alone.

Observing my surroundings, I realised that even though I had been running for at least half an hour, I had actually done a bit of a loop and ended up not the far from my house. Only really a fifteen minute walk, it usually took about ten minutes from Chase's house, which is where I started running from in the first place.

When I got home, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light, tears still streaming down my face. I was lucky that no one was home, as I knew my mother would ask a million questions. I took one look at the bath and changed my mind. I didn't want to wait for it to fill up. Instead I just turned on the hot tap in the shower and removed my clothes.

I looked in the mirror, my blonde hair all ratty and unruly; my make-up had run down my face leaving me looking like a member of the band KISS. I looked down at my flat stomach, now I wasn't stick thin but I wasn't chubby either. But girls being girls, I saw myself being too chubby, with small boobs to help me notice that I was chubby in all the wrong places.

I hopped in the shower, not worrying about the cold tap. The temperature scolded me at first, but it was a refreshing, the heat relaxing my muscles. It was just what I needed after a day like today.

After about an hour and a long think, I was finally ready to get out. I grabbed a towel and dried myself, noticing the tears had finally stopped.

"Things will get better, you have to reach rock bottom at one point to know what it feels to be at the top." I said to myself in the mirror.

I smiled at my new found confidence and checked the time. 6:40pm, damn that shower was too long. Still wrapped in my towel, I walked into the kitchen.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" My mum asked me, perky like usual.

I glanced at her, something was different. Her usual jeans and a baggy top had been replaced by a loose, but somehow figure hugging dress, my mother was chubby but still not over weight and the dress made her look good in all the right places. Her usual mop of messy dark brown with a hint of red hair, was worn down with a few curls and her normal plain face had simple yet classy make-up on it.

"Mum? You look different, what's going on?" I asked her.

"Bella dear, I never told you as I didn't want to stress you out, but some people I haven't seen since you were six are in town and I would appreciate it if you could look presentable for this occasion." My mother half grumbled half smiled.

I could tell she was nervous, just by the tone of her voice. I rushed down the hall way into my bedroom, and sat on my bed. Who was in town that my mother was nervous to see? I didn't know who they were or why Mum would be so nervous about them coming to town.

I walked down to my bedroom.

"HOW LONG UNTIL THEY ARE HERE MUM?" I yelled from my bed, hoping she would hear me.

"About two hours away." My mum yelled back.

Okay, so two hours till I have to be ready. Perfect, gives me a perfect amount of time. I plugged in my iPhone and turned on my music. I started to dance away while I was gathering my beauty essentials.