Wednesday 25th November
Oh My God! NO! She cannot, she wouldn't. Hate her, she's right, I do hate her, especially when she does this to me. What was Grandmere thinking, she hated it when I lived in New York all those years ago, now she wants me to go back there, after all that happened. She must be insane, that's it, she hit her head! Sure, I get to see my mom again, but really making me go back to the place where I had my heart broken all those years ago. If that wasn't bad enough, I have to stay in the apartment block as him! He will only be next door! I haven't spoken to him or Lilly in about 5 years, not since that night. It still hurts to think about it. Now, out of the blue Grandmere says
"Oh and Amelia, don't forget that you are going to New York tomorrow!" I had no idea what she was talking about; I would definitely remember if she had told me about it before. I have to go now, someone want to speak to me.
Later on Wednesday
If it wasn't bad enough that I have to go back to New York tomorrow, mom just phoned, she sounded really weird, I wonder what wrong. The last time one of my parents phoned and sounded weird I found out I was a princess. What could it be this time? I wonder if Grandmere already knows what's wrong, I wonder if that's why I'm being sent home, well to my original home, the palace is now my home. I hope mom's ok, what if something's wrong with Rocky, please don't let that be true. I just realised, Rocky! Will he even know who I am? I mean, I left when he was only 3. I would have stayed around longer I just couldn't stay anywhere near that creep.
What am I saying, Michael, his name still sends my heart racing, I still love him, and I never stopped loving him. I never said goodbye to him, but I new he didn't care any more. Not after what I saw that night. I'm not even sure it was his fault, maybe it was all a misunderstanding, maybe she tricked him. I never liked her, the minute she arrived I felt awkward around her, but Michael thought she was great. I should have seen it, it continued for a year and I didn't even notice.
Great now I'm crying again. How pathetic am I, it happened 5 years ago and yet I still get upset about it every day. Michael meant the world to me, why didn't I talk to him about it. Even afterwards when he phoned me I still wouldn't speak to him. Ok, the first thing I am going to do when I get to New York tomorrow s find out where he is and talk to him, I need to know what was going on, I need to be sure that I didn't just jump to conclusions, well I have to get up early for my flight tomorrow, maybe this trip won't be so bad, maybe it'll help me to understand what really happened the night my heart broke into a thousand pieces.