Once Again
Copyright 2003
Chapter 1
"I know mom, I know. No I didn't consider that, well I didn't think that you'd...well yes...yes...oh really you know better than I do that when...MOM! I know, I sure will. I love you too, bye." Nyla Rogers groaned, hanging up the phone.
She loved her mother, but sometimes she could be a little overwhelming. Not that her mother was the doodling type, she just had a tendency to smother sometimes. Picking the phone back up, she dialed, waiting.
"Hello?"
"Hi Grams!" Nyla called happily.
"Hey sweetie! How's my favorite Granddaughter?"
"Grams, I'm your only granddaughter."
"That's why you're my favorite." Her Grandmother chuckled.
"I wonder what you'd say if I had a brother or sister."
"You'd all be my favorites then."
Nyla smiled, she loved her grandmother like she loved her mother. She'd helped a lot in raising her. Her father had died when she was two and she was often over at the house to help her mother out.
"So tell me, how's my sweet girl?"
"I'm good grams, just got off the phone with mom." She sighed.
"Is she giving you a hard time again?"
"You know how she is, I know she worries, but sometimes it's just too much."
"You know it's only because she loves you baby, she cares." Her Grandmother went on.
"I know, I get it. I guess I shouldn't be complaining."
"No you shouldn't. I still do it with her, though I figure I'm not quite as bad." She chuckled.
"Probably not."
"What was she saying this time?"
"Oh you know, the usual. Why don't Scott and I settle down and get married, start a family."
"She's itching to be a Grandmother herself."
"I'm not ready for marriage Grams! I'm only twenty three, and kids, I don't even want to go there." She sighed.
Her Grandmother was quiet for a moment before speaking again. "You were ready with Nick."
She should've seen that one coming. She shook her head. Her relationship with her ex had been interesting to say the least. It was still an unresolved issue with no signs of it being resolved anytime soon. Nyla didn't even want to think about it.
"I was young, naive, I know better now."
"Honey, it was only three years ago."
"Three years is a long time Grams, I've grown up since then. What did I know about love? Nothing and neither did he." She stated bitterly. It hurt too much to think of her relationship with Nick, all the fights and yelling and screaming.
"You could have fooled your mother and I. We've never seen you so head over heels with any other guy."
"Until Scott."
Again her Grandmother paused. "Right."
She didn't like that hesitation.
"Well Nyla, I think I'm gonna let you go, I'm so tired. That's all I do here lately is sleep. But I'll talk with you soon honey, ok?"
"Ok Grams, get some rest. I love you."
"Love you too sweetie! Bye!"
"Bye!" She turned the phone of and set it down. She covered her eyes with her hands; it was too late, she was already thinking about it, about him.
Nyla slumped over on the couch, wiping at her eyes. Here it was three years later, and it still bothered her. She didn't know why she was crying over it, over what had happened, it wasn't worth it anymore.
She sat up quickly, getting up off the couch. It didn't matter anymore, he didn't matter. Turning she headed up to her room.
