"I'm not talking about this anymore Brianna! I'm done." The young lady's boyfriend raises his voice for probably like the 100th time to his estranged partner. The brunette didn't have the energy to beg her lover to stay on the phone with her. She stood quiet, breathing through her nose. Her eyeliner running down her caramel colored cheeks, creating a black trail on her face. Her curly hair, unruly, some strands tussled over her eyes from repeated yelling. They had a lot of arguments prior, as a normal couple should. However, as of lately, Brianna is going through a rough patch and her three year estranged relationship may be coming to an end.
"That sounds just like you.." She says, sobbing through her tears. "Never wanting to talk about anything!" She yells for the last time. It was the last word she could get out before all she could hear is the dial tone. He was gone. The college student doesn't resort to throwing her phone at the wall. At the level she is at, she could easily put a hole through the wall and be forced to deal with her mother's wrath. Instead, she throws it on her bed.
"Ugh. I still can't believe he broke up with me." Brianna vents. She lets her body fall onto her bed. Eyes facing her ceiling. "He was the one that wanted me back! I don't understand this at all."
While the brunette vented, she has no idea that her mom had heard the argument while she was in the bathroom which is right next to Brianna's room. She said that as her only daughter became an adult, she wouldn't meddle in her relationships , but this would be her breaking point. When she exits out of the bathroom, she walks into her daughter's room.
"I know you still aren't moping about that boy!" The dark skinned woman stands before her young, hands on her hips.
"Mom?!" Brianna sits up on her bed."I-I didn't hear you come in."
"You got your door open...as usual...and you're thinking aloud...as usual." The mother crosses her arms.
"I don't have anyone to talk to about to about this. I'm really hurt."
"Oh." Brianna's mother said, sitting on her bed. "Well excuse me. It's not like I'm your mother and I haven't had my share of breakups."
The college student holds her head down in guilt. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
'Is it the whole "teenage" thing? Cause do I need to remind you that I wasn't born an adult."
Brianna wants to challenge her mother on this statement. She has been married to her husband for over twenty years and had three children. What would her past relationships mean? Would they even matter?
"Fine! So, how did you deal with the loss of a relationship with a man you swore to "God" or whoever you would be with forever?"
The brunette's mother laughs, shaking her head. "First of all, you need to get out of that forever mentality because nothing ever does last forever. I'll just assume from what I observed that you were in love with him and I fully understand what it's like to be detached from that."
Brianna held her head down, some memories rushing through her head like a runaway train."The pain I feel is an understatement."
"Dramatic as always." her mother says. "Why did you two break up?"
"We wanted two totally different things, Mom. He wanted to watch the Royal Rumble with me and his buddies and I wanted him to take me out for my birthday. A sad attempt for me to get us to spend time together. Then out of no freaking where, we're in this HEATED argument that leads to us…" After she is done venting, she looks over at her mother, who has an eyebrow raised and looks completely over it.
"Damn it Brianna. All because of an argument.?! And isn't the Royal Rumble a wrestling event?"
"Yes and how fortunate that it falls on my birthday." The brunette replies sarcastically. "Every Time something revolves around wrestling, he puts me to the side."
"But I thought you loved wrestling." her mother begins to respond, sounding confused. "You watched it all the time when you were a little girl. I couldn't pull you away from the T.V whenever that stripper man was on there."
Brianna chuckles "His name is Shawn Michaels mom and times are different now. Wrestling is for kids! All of it is fake! Pure, kiddy entertainment. I'm starting to think that all he ever was...was a kid." Her elder shakes her head. " Brianna, I just think you two need space just so you two can figure out what you both want. As far as you feel about wrestling, you watch movies and cartoons that are purely fictional but you love them all the same. Far as I'm concerned, what's really the difference besides the genre?"
Brianna thinks about her mother's statement. As almost always, she is absolutely right.
"I'd be so lost without my cartoons. You're right about that, but I don't put them before my relationship EVERY TIME. Maybe I should have became a professional wrestler."
The dark skinned woman rises from her daughter's bed. "You're old enough to figure this one out dear, but I really feel this is a big misunderstanding. And since we're on the topic of your birthday and you're getting too old for surprises" She pulls a white envelope from her pocket and gives it to her daughter. "Here you go. Happy Birthday Princess."
"Oh mom. What's this?" Brianna exclaims.
"Your birthday gift. Night Princess."
This is the first part to a six part series. It'll be over before you know it. This is my first fanfic so please be easy on me. I Love feedback so it is appreciated. Remember that you can give good criticism without being a total dick. Until next time.