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.
"Yeah, I'm talking to you, pretty girl. Come 'mere."
Oh sweet Jesus.
"Go over there, girlie." Claire said, with a smile and nudging me a little.
So, blushing like crazy, I walked nervously over to Brock.
When I reached him, he smiled at me.
"So, darlin', did anyone ever tell you that you are the most BEAUTIFUL woman in the world?"
I have actually been told that. By a guy who ended up constantly belittiling me and
using me as a punching bag.
I don't know if I can stand this anymore so I turned around and started walking back towards Claire.
"Woah, wait a minute. Where ya going, baby?" Brock asked, calling after me.
I felt tears in my eyes and started walking faster and the next thing I know, Brock is behind, grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.
Gently, of course, but I still can't help but have horrible memories.
I still had tears in my eyes when I faced him.
"Hey, hey what's wrong, pretty girl? Did I scare you?" He asked, gently.
"Ummm, a-a little." I stammered.
"I'm so sorry. That was not my intention. I just wanted to ask you for a date."
"Oh" I said, quietly.
"So, how about it, huh?" Brock asked, with a wink.
"Ummm I don't think I can." I said, tearfully.
"Aww why not, doll?" He asked.
I did not even have the strength to answer him. The tears just started to fall.
Luckily, Claire came to my rescue and came running over.
"Please excuse my friend. She's just gotten out of an abusive relationship and she is having
a VERY difficult time trusting the opposite sex."
Brock looked at me.
"Darlin' I'm soooo sorry that happened to you. But I can promise you this. I would never mistreat you
in any way."
I looked at him."Really?"
"Of course not. That is NOT how I operate and I think men who mistreat women should be castrated."
I could not help but giggle a little.
"So, what's your name, beautiful?"
"V-Vanessa." I said, nervously.
"So, Vanessa, are ya gonna make me beg you to go out with me? I'll get on my knees if I have to." He said, with a smile.
"I don't know." I said, with a smile.
"All righty then, you asked for it." He said and with that, he got down on his kness and took my hands in his."Vanessa, will you PLEASE PLEASE go out with me?"
I smiled. Surely he can be trusted.
"OK, sure." I said, with a smile.
"Awesome" He said, with a smile and kissed my hand. "You won't regret it, pretty girl, I promise."
I smiled and with that, I gave him my number.
Just as we finished doing that, Peyton Manning comes out from the locker room.
"Osweiler, quit flirting and get your ass in there" He said,smiling.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He said, shaking his head.
Brock then looked at me and gave me a wink."I'll call ya later, beautiful." and took off into the locker room.
Claire put her arms around me and hugged me as if I won the lottery or something.
Which you might as well say I did.
I went on to have that date with Brock and we have now been dating a year.
Best year of my life.
And that folks, is how I learned to trust again.
:):):) Hope you liked it :)