The Eighth Breakup ✓

Chapter 13 I'll Become His Eighth Breakup

Chapter 13: I'll Become His Eighth Breakup

"Physically speaking, the broken heart syndrome includes a weakened heart muscle. Therefore, there are changes in the amount of blood being pumped. He's also anemic or looks like it." I nodded. Nolan's pale skin. I remembered his hands always being freezing cold. He said he had low blood pressure. "Sometimes attacks happen. The person has short breaths, sweats, and has chest pain." Nolan in the air vents! "The stress from losing someone or in Nolan's case, too many breakups lead to his cardiomyopathy. All these physiological changes can impact a person's mental status. All his frustration is coming out in these breakups."

We were sitting on a tree log near the cliff. I ran a hand over my face. Paris had done his research.

I apparently hadn't. Otherwise, I would've searched more than just Dissociative Identity disorder.

"So, he became a psycho because of having breakups," I stated. Paris shrugged. "What do we do now?"

"All these breakups have one goal," he said. Unhappy couples--that was it. "He wants the guys to break off the relationships." I didn't understand his point. "You know why?"

"He wants to hurt the girls like they hurt him."

"Exactly!"

"So?"

"He never got the chance to break up with anyone," Paris replied. For once, I felt stupid. I had no idea where Paris was getting. "Helen!" Paris grabbed my shoulders and stared at me as if I would understand. "He needs a breakup where he's dumping someone."

"Who would date Nolan?" I said rolling my eyes.

He grinned. "He's already dating--fake dating her."

Everything clicked suddenly. Paris wanted me to play Nolan's girlfriend until Nolan legitimately dumped me. I shook my head and pushed away his hands from my shoulders.

"Not happening. I don't do relationships," I told him. "And I'll go mad if I became Nolan's actual girlfriend."

"This is the only way."

"I'd rather jump off the cliff."

"Your pick," he shrugged. He wasn't even bothering to coax me into doing what he suggested; a difference between him and Nolan. Paris stood up and gestured me to do the same. I followed his action. "So, are you in?" He held out his hand. Groaning, I realized it was the only way of solving Nolan problem. I was about to place my hand on top of his but pulled back. He frowned, but then understood that the other two times we had the static. He laughed.

"To make myself feel better by trying to help save Nolan, I'll become his eighth breakup." I took the oath: the one I made up myself on the spot.

He gave a thumbs up and we headed back to the celebration. My group and I had to go home soon. Because my phone was confiscated and I had forgotten to ask for it back, Paris and I exchanged phone numbers the old-fashioned way. Well, he wrote his number on my hand with a pen and vice versa.

I wondered why he was helping me. He wasn't a part of this. It was my problem. We were complete strangers aside from that robbery night. Paris could walk away and save himself from this nonsense.

We strolled over to my "friends" and "boyfriend."

"If it doesn't work, remember, Helen ran away with Paris," Paris whispered.

"He died and she returned to her husband," I flatly replied.

He didn't reply.

"Helen!" Ashlyn yelled when she saw me. "Check out the baby chicks!" She was holding the small yellow creature in her hand.