Broken Hearts (Brooklyn Beckham) [editing]

Chapter 32

(So I usually listen to some of my favorite songs while writing and I decided to mention them in each chapter! Also some of these songs remind me of this book, that's why I listen to them while writing!)

Songs of this chapter are:

Stitches - Shawn Mendes

Once in a lifetime - One Direction

Irresistible - One Direction

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Emily's POV

I couldn't sleep. I glared at the clock on the wall. It was 3 in the morning. I closed my eyes and opened them again.

Nash was sleeping in his own room. He actually offered me to sleep in his room but I was more comfortable to sleep on the couch in the living room.

My phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and panicked.

Madison.

My hands were shaking. I took my phone and read the text messages.

"He never loved you."

"Who do you think you are? You are still that worthless bitch. Don't forget that."

"You always act so innocent but in fact you're the sluttiest, little, whore."

"Cut deeper. No one cares."

For the tenth time, I felt tears falling down my cheek. I dropped my phone on the couch.

I rushed to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stared at my reflection in the mirror in front of me.

My eyes were bloodshot. My skin was pale white.

You have no clue how does it feel to feel empty. To feel worthless. To feel sad. It makes you think why you are still breathing. It makes you think that you were only born to die. It makes you think that why people are so cruel and why is it always you. It ruins you. It kills you. It destroys you.

That's how I felt, again. I thought I recovered. I thought I wouldn't let anyone hurt me, but I was wrong. So damn wrong. I couldn't just ignore her.

I pressed behind of my body to the wall and I slowly sat on the floor as
I closed my eyes.

I began to cry. I couldn't control myself. I was tired of everything. Maybe Madison was right. Maybe I was worthless. Maybe that's why Brooklyn cheated on me.

I could hear Nash talking with someone on the phone. He also knocked on the door multiple times.

A few minutes passed and I was still crying. I finally found a razor. I had to do it. I had to die.

"Open the door Emily. Please. I beg you. Don't do anything stupid." I heard Brooklyn's voice....

Brooklyn.

Fuck.

I stood up and took it. Then, I placed it on my wrist. I took a very deep breath.

While I was just about to cut my wrist, the door was opened and I didn't have a clue how the fuck they opened the god damned door. I think they broke it somehow.

Brooklyn held me from behind and took the razor out of my hand. I was crying so badly. I hated him for doing that.

"Let me go! What did you do?!" I Screamed and fell to my knees.

Brooklyn sat on the floor and held me into his strong arms.

"I want to die. I want to die." I said in a low tone, still crying.

"Shhhh... I got you. It's okay." He whispered in my ear.

His scent. His voice. His everything. My parents always warned me about drugs on the streets, but they never told me about ones with chocolate brown eyes and a beating heart.

I was addicted to him. He was like a drug to me. I couldn't live without thinking about him.

There were blood drops, dropping on the floor. It was from his hand. He cut his hand while he was taking the razor away from me. He actually saved my fucking life.

Nash took all the razors and threw them in the trashcan.

He looked at me and forced a smile. His eyes were clear blue. I mean, they were absolutely beautiful. I felt so bad for him. He fell in love with someone who didn't love him back. He seemed so hurt and I knew it was a torture for him to see me in Brooklyn's arms. My heart ached for him. I wanted to move. I didn't want to see him that way. But I was so weak to stand up.

It was such a long night. First I found out Brooklyn was cheating on me, then I broke up with him and lastly I was trying to kill myself. That was a lot for me.

I had no control. I couldn't keep my eyes open. I believe it was 5 in the morning. I slowly closed my eyes and fell asleep in Brooklyn's arms.

Brooklyn's POV

I followed Nash and got up to the stairs while I was carrying Emily.

She was sleeping like a damn baby. I swear she couldn't feel anything.

I was so grateful that nothing happened to her. If something was going to happen, I seriously could not handle it. It could hurt as fuck.

"here." Nash said to me, pointing to the bed in the middle of the room.

"Hold on. Is this your room?" I asked him, still carrying Emily.

"Yeah, why?"

"Bitch, what do you mean "why"?! No fucking way. she's not going to sleep in your bed,with you. No way."

"Dude, chill! God you're so damn annoying. Like what do you think we would do? Huh? Have sex? Well no. We wouldn't . I only like her as a friend."

"Sure, Sure." I said rolling my eyes at him. I turned around and went to the other room while fucking Nash was mocking me by saying "Shore, Shore." I mean, I have a thick accent, but I don't fucking talk like that.

I slowly placed her body on the bed in the other room. I pecked on her forehead and turned to look at Nash who was standing behind me.

"You better sleep in your own fucking room or I'm gonna murder you." I warned him and he chuckled. He literally thought I was kidding, which I wasn't.

"Why the fuck do you care? You guys broke up anyway." He said as we were walking to the door.

"Can you just stop reminding me?! I already know that! I hate your ass by the way." I told him and went out of his house.

"Don't fucking dare to touch her." I warned him for the tenth time. He nodded and closed the door behind him.

I got into my car and made my way to my home. I tried to get ready for my parents to yell at because I was entirely sure they were going to blame me.

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