Once Upon a Heartbreak

Uhm, hi there! So this is my very first story here on WATTPAD, and I hope I'll do well here. I am also a writer for TeenInk (IndoPandaBear) for those of you who are wondering. I will try my best to update twice a week, because I know for sure how annoying it is to wait for new chapters and such, and since school is almost over, I'll have PLENTY of time to write. Anyways, please share with me your thoughts, compliments and criticisms are welcome! :) I will try my best to improve my skills as I go thorugh. Thank you in advance for giving my story a chance~!

::Prologue::

I couldn’t remember his name or what he looks like. It has been two years since I last heard from him or cared to know what he was up to. I didn’t want to know. Anything concerning him, I didn’t care to know. I just---I was done with him. I was done waiting for him, just as he was done putting on a show to make me feel special and loved. I didn’t need that from him. I had almost lost everything because I “loved” him. How childish of me, really.

            It all happened when I was 14-years-old. I met a guy, the guy, who I thought was the one. The one who would make me smile. The one who would be able to make me feel special. And for about a month, he did make me feel special. What I didn’t know was the reason why he was being nice to me. I guess I knew from the beginning, but being the stubborn and naïve me, I didn’t want to admit it. It has been a while since I had the attention, and I enjoyed it. I wanted more of it.

            After a month of feeling special and living in heaven, all hell broke loose. No one in either side of the family approved, even his cousin and sister came to the restaurant I was working at and threaten me.  When my older brother, Jake, found out, he got mad. He went to find him to “teach him a lesson.” The thing is that night my dear brother forgot to bring his crew along. He had left his phone in his car and he went out to fight him and his brothers and cousins alone. No matter how well-built and strong and great my brother was in fighting, he couldn’t get out of a fight against eight armed guys safely.

            Two days later, after we had filed a missing person report, my brother’s car was found in the more deserted part of our national parks. My brother’s body was found about five miles into woods. He was still breathing, he was still alive, but he was in a critical condition. Jake had a head trauma and a couple of broken ribs. His right arm and leg was broken and he was cut across the stomach. The cut wasn’t deep enough to be anything serious, but it was pretty disgusting after two days. He stayed in the hospital for a couple of months. He acted fine whenever I visited him, but I knew he wasn’t.

            He was fresh out of college and that fall he was going to start his job as a choreographer for one of our mom’s friends in Korea. His legs were more important than any other part of his body. Although, he was smart and could get a job anywhere he wants to, dancing was his life. It was his air. I ruined my brother’s life for insisting on loving this boy who wasn’t worth my time.

            Each one of my family and friends assured me that it wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault. Even Jake tried to convince me that it was his choice to go and I wasn’t supposed to blame myself for his stupid choice. Of course, the occasional crying and screaming I heard from his room when I happen to be home from school early didn’t help.

            We went to court after Jake was released from the hospital. I saw him again after two months and I couldn’t help but felt relieved almost when I saw him. But then, the trial started and we won. One of his brothers was put in jail for a year and a half with bail and the rest were to do community service for a couple of months. After the trial ended, we ran into each other in the hallway.

            “You’re an idiot,” he said to me as I tried to walk past him. “How can you not do anything? If you had love me at all, you would do something to make sure nothing like this ever happened. You just ruined my life. And you don’t even give a shit. How can you be so cruel to me? The person you said you loved with all of your life. We have never done anything wrong. It was your idiotic brother’s fault for coming to a fight unprepared. Why should we pay for something that’s not our faults? Who do you think you are? You just ruined my future, you know that? You are such a bitch. Why did your brother even show up anyways? Because of our relationship? Our relationship has got nothing to do with this. You just ruined my future and my dream, you heartless bitch. Thanks a lot for helping me. I have never used you for anything, I just asked you for your help because you know people. I would have done the same for you. I wouldn’t have let anything ruined your dream in the process. Really, thanks.”

            “I’m not an idiot and neither is my brother,” I replied as calmly as I could. “Neither my brother nor I ruined your dream. You ruined your chance yourself. You saw this coming. And if you feel the need to blame me and my brother after putting my brother in the hospital for three months, I really feel sorry for you. Our relationship has got everything to do with this. What you did to me has had everything to do with this. If you can’t see that you are partly at fault, I don’t know how you can go through life. Stop blaming my brother. And stop saying that I destroyed your dream, when you ruined my brother’s life. You should really stop and do some reflections, not everything that has happened is my fault. So stop making me out as the bad guy, please. And I did love you. I might even still love you, even though I would never admit it. But I wouldn’t defend you for breaking my own brother. You guys deserved everything that you got, stop blaming someone else.”

            “I have never regretted anything that happened since we met, I have never hated you or stopped loving you,” he said as I started to walk away again.

            “Well,” I started without turning back, “that’s bullshit. I have stopped loving you as of five minutes ago. And I will hate you for as long as I live for breaking my brother and for hurting me. And I’ll be sure to show you how much of a heartless bitch I can be. Thanks for the memories, but, can you please just get out of my life? I don’t want to have to see you or hear about you ever again. And don’t worry; I would never blame you for my mistakes. Good bye, Beau Nikolas. It was nice when it lasted.”

            I walked back to the lobby where my family was waiting, Jake in his wheelchair. For the first time in four months, I flashed them a strong smile. I wasn’t going to let Beau have his way. I wasn’t going to hurt and neither will my brother. That day I swore I would only get stronger and no one like Beau Nikolas will ever open my heart. The problem is, I might have let my heart closed too tightly. And I might have lost the key.