Tales of The Broken Hearted

Chapter 1: her story

Before you read!

This story may seem like a cliche but I don't plan for it to be about a girl who gets her heart broken but someone fixes it for her. No that's not how this book is going to be so I hope you'll enjoy and happy reading!!!

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I wake up with a dull pain in my head not knowing where I was and how I got here, I start looking for my phone, wanting to see what time it is when I feel the movement of the bed I'm sitting on.

"Fuck" I whisper to myself

Everything comes flooding back to me about last night and how I ended up here and I almost groaned at my stupidity for drinking so much.

I grab my phone from the night stand and turn it on, the light from the screen blinding me, I read the time and see that it's 8:30 in the morning.

I slowly start to get up, not wanting the stranger to get up, when I see him slowly move his hand to where I used to be sleeping.

Well I'm fucked.

Two years ago

"Suck my dick bitch" Dylan said with annoyance evident in his voice.

I turned around and looked him dead in his sea green eyes. He knew I hated being called a bitch yet he still did it anyway. "Why don't you go shove that nonexistent dick into your own mouth mother fucker!" I started to walk away when I felt his hand grip my arm hard and push me against the wall.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT!!" Dylan screamed, enough for the neighbors to start banging on the walls.

"HEY STOP MAKING ALL THAT NOISE GOD DAMMIT!" One neighbor yells.

"STOP ABUSING THAT POOR GIRL YOU FUCKER OR IM CALLING THE COPS" yells another neighbor.

Dylan, not happy that the neighbors are butting into our business, he yells back "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD HAGS OR IM GOING TO CALL THE COPS ON YOU BOTH"

The neighbors immediately shut the fuck up knowing he will do it, since he's done it before.

He looks at me pissed and I give the same look back, challenging him to try me.

After an intense thirty seconds he lets me go and I go straight for the door, leaving to go spend the night at my friend, Jules, house.

Thirty minutes later I'm crying on her shoulder and she's telling me what a no good dirty bastard he is.

"He just makes me so mad" I sob. This isn't the first time we've fought. There has been other times. I've caught him cheating so many times, yet I decided to let him back into my life with open arms. This time it won't happen.

Not again.

It's 8am when I decide to go back to the apartment. Dreading going back home I take the longest route there is, making sure I go around the whole town just about three times.

I get to the apartment and open the door only to find a pair of vibrant purple panties on the floor. My heart instantly drops.

These aren't mine.

I go into the kitchen to grab a chopstick so I can pick up the nasty evidence of surprise surprise, Dylan cheating on me.

Even though I came here to end things once and for all it still hurt that he gave up on me so easily just so he could be with other women. In fact it hurt like a fucking bitch.

I walked towards our room holding the chopstick with her skimpy panties making sure it was as far away from me as possible. As I got to the hallway the sounds of them moaning and making the bed creak like fuck made my heart shatter even more then it already was.

I loved him and I didn't want to lose him but this was too much. Even I had my limits.

I opened the door and saw them making love on our bed, the bed that we bought together and made love in. The sight made me sick to my stomach. the way she was all over him was revolting.

I cleared my throat so they knew I was here and as I did so I could hear Dylan silently swear as he got off of her to look at me.

"I came by to get my things" I deadpanned, "oh and to give you these" I dropped her panties onto the ground, "can't have the living room dirty now can't we" I snipped sarcastically, my anger slowly showing as I took each breath.

I moved to grab my suitcase and went to start putting all my stuff that was in the dressers in it when Dylan's voice boomed throughout the entire room "where the fuck do you think your going?!" He screamed.

Not wanting to show how hurt and angry I really was I ignored him and continued stuffing my clothes into the suitcase. I knew he was screaming at me but I was fighting my own battle to keep the tears from running down my face uncontrollably. I wanted to be strong I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing me so hurt and broken.

I went to move across the room to the other dresser when I felt his hand gripping my wrist, turning me to face him forcefully. "I'm talking to you Mary !" Mary was my nickname and I usually preferred people call me Mary then Marilynn but him saying it right now felt disgusting almost as if he was using it as a curse.

I ripped my arm out of his grip my words coming out laced with pure hatred for the man I use to love "don't call me Mary and don't dare lay a hand on me ever again"

He grabs for me again but I take a step back before he could grab ahold of me. My anger rose to unsafe levels, he wasn't getting the message that we were done for good, my anger rose so much to the point where I couldn't control it anymore and I damned well showed it.

"Why isn't this going through that fucking thick ass skull of yours we're done! Finished! Can't you see I don't want you anymore!" I screamed, "You've made my life a living hell and I'm tired of this bullshit!  I don't understand why you are acting as if you cared when you obviously don't! Because if you really did you wouldn't have cheated on me multiple times! I'm leaving for good and I don't ever want you back into my life ever again!"

When I was done a single tear had escaped my face so I turned around and finished up packing my stuff. I walked to the door making sure I left the apartment key and the promise ring he had given me so long ago but was filled with empty promises now. He didn't say a single word to me as I left, proving that he really didn't care after all.

I closed the door marking the end of our relationship. Leaving behind my shattered heart on the floor as I walked away.

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