"Everybody needs somebody."

As I lay in Brendon's arms, I reflected on everything that has happened to me so far. My life has been one big ass disappointment with the exception of my rise to fame. With fame, there comes a price. I developed a nasty, overbearing addiction. However, my addiction gave me a temporary solution to the pain that course through my veins daily.

"What you thinkin' bout, ma?" Brendon spoke, his voice groggy from just waking up.

I sighed, "My life. I don't understand why my life is so fucked up. I still don't," I admitted.

"It's not our job to understand. We just got to keep pushing and striving to be the greatest we can be," he replied.

"I know, it's just hard. I don't expect you to understand. Forget I even mentioned it," i turned to face the other side as I felt him sigh.

"Mia, come on now. We both grown and we need to start acting like it. You can't keep doing this shit cause I ain't the type of nigga to beg somebody to be wit' me and you not giving me much to work with."

I rolled my eyes, "So go. I didn't ask you to show back up at my doorstep," i snarled angrily.

"Calm down, Mia. I don't know who or what hurt you,  but you need to let that hurt go. I ain't one of them punk ass niggas you done fucked wit' in the past. If I respect you, I expect the same thing in return."

"Brendon," I sighed, "Look, I just been through a lot that I'd rather not get into. You know this so if you want to go then you can. All I'm saying is I'm not begging you to be with me. I'm used to people walking out on me so I think I can survive without you. I've done it before and I can do it again," I responded.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mia. I'm just asking you to help me help you. Help me understand you and what's goes on in your mind. We all have battles with the mind, trust me. I been through some shit you wouldn't believe, but I don't let my troubles consume my mind. That's how people drive themselves crazy."

I sighed as I adjusted my position. Hesitantly, I wrapped my arm around Brendon's torso and he swung his arm around my small frame. As much I pushed him away, he provided me with a comfort. A comfort that put my negative thoughts to rest and for that, I'm relieved. Even if it's just temporary.

"When I turned twelve years old, everything changed.  My mother became obsessed with my image and I didn't understand why at the time. She started treating me differently and I mean that in the worst way possible. I mean, shit wasn't sweet before, but it wasn't as bad. She constantly degraded my body; which was normal," I chuckled bitterly, "When I got home from school, she would make me throw up my lunch. Only reason, she didn't make me purge my dinner is because my father was home. Sometimes I wonder if he knew or ever noticed how bad things really were. He wasn't home much during the day, but when he was things were good." 

A lump formed in my throat as salty, willing tears threatened to fall. Reflecting on my childhood with someone else is rare for me. I never let anyone see this side of me. I'm the infamous Mia Parson! How dare I show weakness? How dare I have emotions? How dare I be anything less than perfect?

"Mia -," Brendon started, but I hushed him.

"When daddy got sick, it really got bad. My mother was like the devil in a red dress. My adolescent years were hell so when I graduated, I got the hell out of that house. Shortly before graduating high school, daddy died. He made me promise that I would be great no matter what mama put in my head. He knew, Brendon. He knew how fucked up things were and didn't do anything. I could've spent my days wondering why, but I chose not to. I had enough worry to drive myself crazy and I didn't need anything else crowding my mind. I was going to go to college as a dance major and life was going to be okay. I was okay because I held on to the hope that my father gave me before he took his last breath. But all that changed when I decided to go to the club and that's when I met Dominic. The beginning of my new found fame and the second worst day of my life."

By now, Brendon's shirt was soaked with my tears. Nostalgia hit me hard and the tears wouldn't stop.

"Let the hurt go, baby girl. I got you now. It may be hard for you to believe right now, but I will show you love. Okay?" his words were simple, but poetic.

"I just want love, Brendon. After all these years of not receiving love, I believe I can't be loved. I don't know why God has been punishing me for all these years, but I really hope you're genuine because I might shatter into nothing if my heart gets broken again." 

"You can be loved and you will be in due time. You just need to let your hurt go and let me in. Can you do that for me, Mia?"

I nodded softly, "Yes, I can do that for you Brendon. I just ask one thing of you," I looked up at him and into his eyes.

"Anything."

"Prove me wrong."

Lil filler chapter. Excuse mistakes. It's 5:02 am and I got the urge to write.

Mia's starting to open up a bit, but this is just a lil something to hold you guys over until I figure where I'm going with this story next. I want this story to be more than just your average video vixen story so I'm taking my time. Each chapter holds depth and meaning.

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