One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 70: Don't underestimate what I can do! ~~All my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet. You can take everything I have. You can break everything I am like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper. Go on and try to tearsdown, I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper.~~~ -Demi Lovato- "I'm so sorry, mommy," Cali said for the third time. She wasn't looking atbut at her hands resting on her lap.

We were in my room and I waited for her to wake up the next morning because I wanted to talk to her what happened yesterday.

"I wasn't mad that your dad gave you a phone and you talked to him even though I don't know, but I was disappointed you didn't informthat you also invited him to our supposed to be mother and daughter date yesterday." I paused and knelt in front of her as I held both her hands.

"Cali, baby, I'm not against if you really want to be with your dad, spend twith him or if you want to stay with him, but I just want you to telleverything and not like what happened yesterday. I wasn't expecting to see him in the fast-food because you toldyou wanted to watch a movie with me." "I'm sorry, mommy." "You can askanything you want, baby and I'll try to give it to you, but I want you to be always honest with me." "Yes, mommy." "No more secrets." "Hmm." She nodded. "No more secrets." I smiled and pulled her into a tight hug. I have already explained to her everything that happened betweenand her father. I had to do it because I don't want her to grow up having questions in her head about why her parents were living separately and why she doesn't have a complete family like her classmates and friends. She was too young then when I started to tell her all those things and thanks to Jack and the rest of my family for helping her understand the situation. I know it wasn't easy for a child not to wish or dream of having both parents on her side, but she eventually adjusted and got used to seeing her father only by a video call or hearing his voice on the phone.

I stood up and sat in front of my makeup stand, ready to apply my moisturizing cream.

"Mom, are we going back to New York?" That question stoppedfrom what I was about to do and turned to her.

"Are we going to live in New York again?" "Why do ask, baby, I mean, why do you suddenly ask that question?" I first heard her sigh before her answer.

"Because I really want to stay here, mom. I want to stay with grandma, grandpa, uncle Dave and of course, I want to be with daddy." "Hmm..." I said nodding, but deep inside I was holding my breath as I didn't expect her to ask that question. "I also want to study here, mommy." "Okay, but how about your friends in New York, are you gonna leave them? You can't be able to see them every day when you stay here." "I know, but we can still call each other as we promised before the end of the school year." "Oh..." I opened my mouth, but unfortunately, no words cout. It seems that she really has decided to stay here. "Are you sure about this?" "Yes, mommy, please?" "Okay, but letthink about first, huh? For now, you should go to the bathroom and do your morning routine, so we can have breakfast together." She happily nodded and ran to the bathroom.

I wonder if that decision has something to do with her father. I just hope it's not.

*** Two weeks...

Two weeks have passed and there's a lot of things has happened within those weeks.

Jack flew back to San Francisco and has a bunch of documents that needed my signature and that when my brother found out she's back, he suddenly decided to stay in my parents' house where Jack was staying--- and the chaos between the two started, again. And about Luke, well, he comes to the house almost every day, twice a day having a single alibi to my parents that he was just visiting his daughter, but the truth is that he was bothering me. Honestly, I had already forgotten how many times I slapped him with the truth that I've already moved on from him and he was no longer a part of my life, but he kept pushing himself to talk toand what worse is that he's using Cali. And every the does that, every tI saw him, I couldn't explain why the anger arises again inside me. But the happenings weren't just ended there because it's not just once but twice that I had encountered Cherry.

A little flashback: "Oh, am just seeing things?" That was the first line that cout of her mouth when she walked into the boutique where I was. It was exactly three days after Luke had joined us to watch a movie and spent twith Cali.

Almost all the customers inside were stopped from what they were doing when she walked in, not because she's a model but because of her dress, which has a plunging neckline and literally short that leaves a little to the imagination. And because she feels famous... or should I say she feels really proud of herself, she didn't even realize that the people around were looking at her with a different expression on their faces, but most of them have changed from surprise to sour. "So it's true, you're back." She added raising her fake eyebrows.

But instead of talking back, I chose to ignore her and pretended I didn't notice her or didn't hear what she said. I turned to the rack of evening gowns to avoid making a fuss inside the boutique.

But guess what... she followedand drew the clerk's attention.

"Miss, I want you to giveyour most expensive gown." My eyes automatically knew their way up and I couldn't help the annoyance that crept in me. Didn't she know how to approach the sales lady in a nice way? "Yes, ma'am." The sales lady nodded and when she disappeared from our sight, the show has begun. "Hmm... do you know that out of all the boutiques in the mall, this is where I love to shop? Well, Luke always tookhere and boughta lot of expensive gowns." She then smiled as if she was dreaming.

And since I wasn't interested in all her , I moved to the cocktail dresses on the next rack. But I don't know what's her problem as she kept following me.

"I really appreciate Luke's efforts in showing his love for me. I felt so lucky as he cback into my life, that's just mean, we're really meant for each other." At that moment, I couldn't help forming my fists in annoyance when she emphasized the word 'back'. I really wanted to shout in her face, 'he cback to you because you stole him fromand he let himself be stolen by you, bitch!' "Anyway, when did you cback?" I took a deep breath and was about to go back to the rack of the evening gowns but she stoppedby calling my name.

"Hey, Samantha, are you deaf? Didn't you hear my question?" This time, I sighed loudly and turned to her.

"Oops, are you talking to me?" I asked, pretended to be innocent.

"Tss! Is there anyone out here named Samantha other than you?" She hissed but I shrugged.

"How would I know? Why don't you ask them one by one to find out if there's anyone here who has a nSamantha other than me?" "You're such a bitch!" She whispered-yelled but I just chuckled.

"Ohh... don't calla bitch because that's just one of the names that suit you and your fake personality that as fake as your nose and eyebrows." "How dare you!" "And by the way, are we friends? Because as far as I can remember, we're not close even then, so don't talk toas I will do the same, plus my mother taughtnot to talk to strangers." I gave her a satisfying kind of smile before turning to the next rack. But the bitch didn't stop there.

"Aren't you going to ask what Luke and I did when you left?" I was stopped by choosing the dress and gritted my teeth. A sigh of irritation left my lips.

-'Haist! When is she going to stop?'- I asked myself as I felt my blood start to rise in my head.

"We celebrated... oh, what I mean to say is that he celebrated when you left. Tsk.tsk, that's why I was surprised to see you back. Anyway, why did you back when you know there's no room left for you in San Francisco?" I couldn't help raising my eyebrow as I looked at her. Why do I feel she's up to something?

"Why do you ask? You don't own San Francisco nor America, so you don't have the right to tellthere's no el room left forhere, besides, I don't have to report to you the things I want or don't want to do, hmm?" That made her shut her mouth. "Ohh, when you said there's no room forhere, are you referring to San Francisco or what you wanted to say is that there's no more room forLuke's life?" "Huh?" Guess what? Her eyes widened in shock.

"Yes, that's what I mean, you should've never cback because there's no room for you in Luke's life for you!"

"Is that it? Is that why you bother talking tojust to tellthose nonsense things? Haist! Honestly, I really didn't have room in his life even before. And if what you're afraid of is that the two of us might get back together, well, for your peace of mind, I'm telling you, that won't happen!" "Tss! You really are a dreamer, Samantha! You will never get back together again because Luke never really loved you but me. He lovesenough to let you go so easily." I stared at her for a few seconds before I found myself laughing. Jealous, threatened and insecure, that's what she feels, so she's doing such a foolish thing.

"Hmm... jealous, are we?" "Of course, not! Why would I be jealous, I mean, look at you? You're nothing compared toand you're not the person I would be jealous of!"

"If so, then why do you have to tellall this? What's the point of talking towith a useless topic? And if you're sure that he loves you, then why did you suddenly felt threatened now that I'm back?" I raised my eyebrow, enjoying the reaction I got from her. "How dare you, I'm not threatened!" "Oh, okay, you're obviously not." I shrugged.

"I'm not threatened! He lovesand I trust him!" -'Trust'- I repeat inside my head with a sneer.

"Every day, he always reassuresof his love and that he could never live without me." "Really? If that so, you mustn't botherif he always reassures you of the love he has for you." But she ignored what I said.

"Do you know what he toldlast night? He said he realized that marrying you was his biggest mistake and that he doesn't want to see you!'