Two grey seats have been reserved for Bruna and me at the front. The stadium is half packed yet the game has not even started. There's a lot of frenzy and noises from every corner. Trent comes over carrying two cans of yoghurt. He's in a red jersey and red shorts. He's looking damn good but a little bit tense up. "Are you guys okay?" He asks, handing both of us yoghurt. We both nod. "Let me see the back of your jersey," he grins. We exchange glances with Bruna as we turn. Trent frowns. "You're wearing a Firmino jersey? At a game, I invited you to? Unbelievable!" 

I step into the shower, toes flinching as they touch the ceramic floor. My mind is in shreds and I can't get why Trent turned so cold after such a breathtaking moment. Everything was going so well... Until he mentioned Sophie... Shit! I feel so used and so stupid. Why the hell did I have to shag with him? I knew it was not the right thing to do but I still went ahead and did it, knowing too well how it would turn out in the end. I turn the dial on releasing thousands of lukewarm drops that wet my hair and trickle down my back as I rub off the paint. My eyes fall close over and over each time showing me the images that are still fresh in my mind. The way he looked at me. The way he was cursing as he thrust inside me. The way his veins poked out of his skin as he held on tight to me. Why did he have to ruin all that with that name... S

"What did you just say?"  I ask, feeling the lump in my throat. Melanie rolls her eyes at me and smirks. "Maid, could you please go check my lingerie under my bed?" Trent is not saying a word. He's acting like a ghost.  "I quit!" I announce.  "Whoa! Easy!"  Oh, so he has a mouth now.  I've already started to leave when he grabs my arm. "Where do you think you're going?"  I pull away from his grip and

My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts try to catch up. My face washes blank with confusion like my brain cogs couldn't turn fast enough to take in the information. Every muscle in my body freezes before my face creeps into a grin. "You're joking, right?" My voice quivers. Aunt is still scowling at Bruna's dad, who my aunt is claiming is my dad. Isn't that crazy? "He's your dad, Becca," she says with certainty. "What!" Bruna exclaims. "Say something, Neil. You have nothing to say to your daughters?"

"What! Josh would never cheat on you!"  Bruna brushes away the tears and looks at me.  "I had gone to take some of my clothes and on my way to our bedroom, I heard him talking to someone..."  "What! Who? "  "I don't know... I heard him call her Kiki. He was telling her how much he loves her and how lucky he is to have her in his life... Can you imagine?"  "But Bruna, you are the one that pushed him away..."  She glares at me. "He was supposed to fight for me. Fight for us. Fight for what we have..."