Half Hearted

Mia is still living in the past. She fell in love with the perfect guy and she knew he was the one. Until she found he'd been cheating on her with Victoria Paxon, the local slut on the corner of my street. Now that Brenden broke her heart and took half of it with him, Mia's not sure if she will ever fall in love again. But one day a new boy moves in across the street. His name is Adam Madison, and he quickly falls for his new neighbor. But he knows that her past had scarred her, he just wasn't sure what happened. Adam will have to find a crack in her wall she's built to see what's inside, but he might not be too satisfied with what he finds. Half of a heart doesn't love as a whole heart does.


13. The Mother

Mia's POV~

   "I should probably call my parents," I said, pulling out my phone. I got off the couch and headed towards a room, which I assumed was a dining room. I dialed my mom's number. It answered on the first ring.

   "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?" I heard. I smiled, guilty.

   "I'm across the street at the Madison's. I needed someone to talk to. So I came here and I fell asleep."

   "Honey, why didn't you just come home if you needed to talk to someone, rather than SCARE THE SHIT  OUT OF YOUR MOTHER!?"

   I sighed. "I don't know. I couldn't face you at the time. But I'm coming home and I'll tell you everything okay?"

   "Oh my god, I was too busy being worried sick about you to even think about why . . . What did that bastard do to you this time?"

   "Mother, language!"

   "I'm sorry, you know how I am when I'm worried! They just fly out."

   I laughed. "I know. I'll be home in a few. Oh, and don't mind my outfit. It was all Adam could give me." I hung up and went back into the living room where Adam was watching TV.

   He looked up at me and smiled, conserned. "Was she mad?"

   "Furious," I said, sitting next to him. "I need to go home and expain, and obviously get changed, and I'll meet you back here in . . . an hour?"

   "Sounds perfect," Adam said, kissing my forehead.

   "Thank you . . . for talking to me last night. I know I was a wreck."

   "A beautiful wreck." I laughed and playfully shoved him.

   "Alright, got to go," I said, getting up off the couch only to be pulled back down.

   "You forgot something," he said before touching his lips to mine. We finally pulled away and I smiled.

   "Thanks again!" I called back as I headed out the door.


   "That son of a bitch," my mother said after I'd told my story. There was no need for tears now, I'd cried them all yesterday and didn't have any left.

   "Mom, language! You can stop worrying now! I'm home!"

   "There are only two situations where I will use this kind of language. A, when I'm really worried or angry at someone, or B, when a bastard named Brenden is in the situation."

   I laughed. "Well, you can calm down now because that is never, ever happening again."

   "There is no way in HELL I would EVER let you NEAR that boy again!"

   "Well, I learned my lesson." She just looked at me with sad eyes and pulled me into a hug.

   "I'm sorry baby. He just wanted your money, not your love."

   "It's alright . . . Oh, and I have some more news. You know that boy across the street?"

   She just pulled away and looked at me unsure. "Yes . . ."

   "Well, we're kind of . . . dating." She just looked at me with a grin that said 'I'm not even surprised.' "You knew?"

   "No, I didn't know, but considering that was the place you went last night to talk to someone rather than your own mother, I figure you had something with him. And I guess I was right!"

   I just laughed. "Yeah . . . I don't know. I really like him. But something was holding me back."

   "Something? Or someone?" I just nodded my head and pulled her into a hug again.

   "So, when am I going to meet this fine boy who fixed my daughter's broken heart?"

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