Operation: Break Up

Author's Note- New Book

Hello everyone! I'm back! (:
Slowly I am writing a new book called What's Beauty Without her Beast? It's a teen fiction about a girl, Natalie Robbins, doing anything she can to get over a guy, who's memory never seems to disappear. I'm posting an excerpt of part 6 of the book here, but I won't post the book until I finish chapter 10, so I can have a head start. I think you'll love it. Also, here's the new cover i made for OBU. So, without further introduction, I present you with an excerpt of my new book, What's Beauty Without Her Beast?

Chase found a coin in the passenger floorboard. Taking off his seatbelt, he picked it up and handed it to me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked.

"You don't want to know my thoughts." I said quietly.

"Why not?"

"They're haunted."

"Bad relationship?" He asked me.

"Just got out of it." I said, killing the engine. I looked over and saw his pleading green-blue eyes. Something about them told me I could trust him; maybe it was the depth they consisted of.

For a few seconds he didn't say anything, so I brought myself to speak up.

"We were together for 8 wonderful months. He made me happy but he had a broken past, one my family judged him because of. He was...he was preyed upon by it. He lost both of his grandparents when he was 13, after that his parents started arguing a lot and there were nights his mom would leave and wouldn't come home until hours later. His sister mistreated him, so the stress and grief really triggered his anger. He was always mad about something and he didn't know how to handle it, so he took it out on whoever was around. He never got over his grief even though his parents stopped fighting and recovered from the hard times. He was always sensitive and emotional. Anyway, when he got his license, often times he would skip school, and his parents got a letter about truancy. He just gave up and didn't care anymore. Then we met and he realized he had to change. Although it's easier said than done."

"You talk like you've known him forever," Chase said after I paused. I nodded.

"It sure felt like it." I replied solemnly.

"So why did y'all fall apart?"

"We were happily together. But after about 4 months of the relationship, things got rough. We started to have really heated make out sessions that nearly turned into sex but we always stopped before it did. I loved it and I didn't mind them but I knew it was hard on him because he would never forgive himself for taking advantage of me if I wasn't ready. He knew what it would do to us because we both believed in waiting and saving ourselves for marriage. He became more clingy. We started to argue a lot more and there were even days after the fights that I wouldn't hear from him. I fought with him and for him because I loved him and everyone else he thought cared about him gave up on him besides his family. I promised not to be one of those people. I paid so much attention to helping him that I didn't notice it was destroying me. I started to become depressed, and my anxiety increased. There were nights I barely slept because it felt like I couldn't breathe."

"So what happened? A big argument?"

"No," I shook my head. "Once I admitted to my doctor about having depression, my mom and aunt Beth took it upon themselves to go through and read the messages between me and him. That's when they started blaming it all on him. One day I came home from softball practice, when my mom told me to hand over my keys. My whole family was at my house, all yelling at me about how he was a bad person and he was crazy and I had to leave him. How he wasn't good for me. They started misinterpreting the messages, they even threatened to call the cops on him because he supposedly force himself on me. Which wasn't true. We hadn't even had sex but the way he had said things in the messages, it sounded like he couldn't stop himself from wanting to be with me in that way. Though when it happened, he's the one who had to tell me to stop. I was the one who wanted to go further. I wanted to tell my family that but when I tried to counter against them, they wouldn't listen. They'd just shut me up with another point about him. I started to cry really hard. So hard it turned into a panic attack; the worst one I had. My hands started to lock up and I began to hyperventilate so my mom called the ambulance. I could barely move by the time they showed up. I couldn't calm down no matter how hard I tried. The paramedics checked my vitals and they were all really high, so I took some anxiety medicine and was escorted to the ambulance. They put me on oxygen and I laid there, still bawling my eyes out. A couple paramedics stayed with me while one went to tell my mom I was almost heart attack level and they needed some way to calm me down. My mom called Raylynn, my best friend, in the middle of Zack's game to get me to breathe normally again. When I settled down, they took me off, left, and I went in my room and slept after the attack. It wore me out. I slept for another day and a half. When I woke up, I got my phone back. I hadn't spoken to Konnor since the fiasco took place."