Brie Newman's POV Part1


‘I know it doesn’t look pretty right now, but once the bruising and redness clear up, you’ll see the gorgeous new you.’
I was frightened when I first looked into the mirror and saw a monster staring back at me.
I felt stupid when tears welled up in my eyes.
Of course, I’d look like I’ve been beat up.
The doctor had to break my nose to reshape it.


‘You’re actually healing quite nicely, Miss Newman.’
The doctor gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
‘Nurse Templeton will be in to give you instructions on how to care of yourself over the next few days.


‘Thank you Dr. Birnbaum...for everything.’
‘You’re welcome, Dear, Good luck to you.’
The doctor gave me a quick friendly hug before he left.
Once again my eyes teared up.
It’s embarrassing, but it always happened when anyone was kind to me.
It’s not something I’m used to.


Nurse Templeton was a lot more brisk and businesslike.
After she recited her hurried instructions, she informed me.
‘You will have to dress quickly and wait in the lobby for your ride. We have another patient waiting for your room.’


I threw on my clothes and tossed the rest of my belongings in my suitcase.
I went down to the lobby, as I was told to do.
The doctor actually released me an hour early, so I got comfortable on one of the couches.
I considered calling Mom to tell her I was ready, but quickly decided against it.
I needed some time alone just to soak in everything that’s happed within the last 48 hours.


I just had major reconstruction surgery.
I felt a glimmer of hope that I haven’t felt in a long time.
If I were pretty maybe things would change.
Maybe, just maybe people will stop calling me a loser.
It’s hard being judged by your outward appearance.
Most people never bothered to get to know me.
When they did speak to me, like in school, it was only to ridicule me and make me feel bad.


Please God, please, put those days far behind me now.
While I was at it, I also prayed for self-confidence, poise, and that somehow getting my nose fixed will make me more graceful.
I also hoped that maybe one or both of my parents might actually want me around now.
Then I quickly corrected myself.
My parental units were too wrapped up in their own lives.
I was just lucky my wild child mother could fit me into her busy schedule to come pick me up.
My father....he was another story all together.....

Coming Next: What really happened between Brie and Dex.