Vanessa POV
I sighed as I wiped my tears. Will I ever feel good about myself again?
Before I go any further, I will explain.
My name is Vanessa and I have just FINALLY recently broke up with my boyfriend, Jason.
My friends and family are VERY glad.
However, I know that they can't be as glad as me.
You see, I have just gotten out of an abusive relationship.
Jason abused me both physically and mentally.
The bruises heal but now I am left with this feeling that I will never be good enough for any guy.
I felt tears in my eyes. Some days I just feel depressed.
At this moment, I am laying on my bed when my phone rings.
I pick it up. "Hello?"
"Hey girl." My best friend Claire says from the other end of the line.
"Hey" I said, softly.
"What are you up to right now?"
"Nothing, really." I said, sighing.
"Well, listen, my brother just gave me two tickets to the Broncos/Raiders game tomorrow. Why don't
you go with me?"
"Well........" I said, uncertainly.
"Come on, I know how much you love a certain player." She teased.
Claire is right about that.
I adore Brock Osweiler, who is a quarterback for the Denver Broncos.
And how can I not? I mean, come on, the guy is gorgeous.
"Well, ok, sounds good." I said, feeling a little more upbeat.
"All right, girlie, I'll see you tomorrow then." Claire said, happily.
"Okie dokie" I said,
So, the next day, Claire and I went to the game.
I must say we had AWESOME seats. Just four rows up behind the Bronco's sideline.
Why Claire's brother would wanna give these tickets up is beyond me, but however, I'm very glad
that he did.
Forgive me people, but I have to say it's very nice to look down and get a clear shot of
Osweiler's rear end.
Sorry (no actually I'm not) for throwing that in but I just had to. The truth must be told.
Anyway, the game went very nicely. 28-21, with the Broncos winning.
Lots of action, not a complete blowout on either side, because come on folks, we know a one-sided
game is no fun at all.
Claire and I were getting ready to leave and as we were exiting, we were actually fortunate enough
to be walking near the players as they headed toward the locker room.
Claire and I were talking away when all of a sudden someone whistled. "Hey pretty lady."
We turned around to look and I swear I could have fainted when I saw what was happen.
My crush, Brock Osweiler, was looking our way.
And then what blew my mind even more was when he pointed at me.
