BRIANNA'S POV THE FACT remained that I couldn't trust him, though with the way he sounded I had the feeling he was speaking the truth. I knocked at the door waiting for her to reply, I was in the mood to speak to just one person and that was her, as there was no one I could speak to at that moment. I didn't want to talk to my mother as I knew what she would say, I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn’t know how I would tell her about everything, I knew that this throb in my heart would be worse than any physical pain if I trust him again but at the same time he had sounded genuine. She watched as I walked in, turning to look at me dropping her knitting set. "Brianna, how are you doing …how are you feeling now, hope you are feeling better now?" She asked. "I am, I just feel the need to talk to you." "What Is wrong with you?" She looked worried as she sat up. "Nothing much, I just want to get an advise from you." "Sure you can tell me anything what is making you worried?"
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