Shattered | L.P (on hold)

Prologue

*Authors note*

Hey y'all.

So I don't update weekly anymore so please be patient with the updates. I'm trying to get back on schedule of every weekend!

So yeah...

~Kaysee xx

Ps. I love you.

As the moon began to disappear behind the clouds the night seemed to grow longer and darker. My forehead damp with a light sweat and my eyes were drowning in a pool of tears. My mind was foggy and my heart was crushed as I sat in my room with not a light on but my alarm clock.

All I was capable of physically and mentally was to cry, only tears filled the gaping hole in me and only the gasps for air had the power to heal the pain. As it grew more powerful my eyes became dry not because I stopped but because I could no long produce the salty tears that ran for hours.

The alarm clock read 2:31 a.m. I had no intentions of going to uni that next day and my body had no plan to sleep that night, I could only gasp for air that seemed to escape my lungs like a balloon with a hole in it. The only reason for the tears were because of how I'm such a screw up. I figured I did something wrong as normal. My head spun, I felt as though I was going to pass out. I began to drift in and out of a dream state and I couldn't tell the difference from my dreams and the reality. All I yearned to do was to call Liam up and talk to him but I can't. I typed up a text and placed my shaky hand above the button. My hand slipped and pushed the send button. That that text was filled with my heart and feelings of anger and worry, pain and use to be happiness. I thought it was a nightmare until I heard the text tone for his contact.

I read the text over and over again.

"Babe, can I still call you that? Well can I come over I know I'm the last person you want to see but we need to talk. If it's alright I'm gonna drive over ok?"

I know we need to sort things out so I replied with a 'sure'. I grabbed a new box of tissues and turned on a light, I made my self some what presentable except I left my makeup stained face alone. I wanted to prove a point as to how much he hurt me. I heard his key slip into the door handle and I braced myself so I wouldn't punch him or kiss him. I heard the voice interrupt my train of thought, that accented voice with the deep roll it contained. I was addicted to hearing that voice say 'love you' and it got me to where I am. He started off with a simple smile.

"Can I talk and you listen, please. I know I have a lot to explain."