Broken Hearted Love {Book 2}

Chapter 10

“You stole the love that I saved for myself. And I watched you give it to someone else. But these scars no longer I hide. I found the light you shut inside. Couldn’t love me if you tried.” – Good Enough by Little Mix

Chapter 10

Christy’s POV

My hand closed around the letter, crumpling the smooth paper as it fell to the floor. This was it. This was really happening. There was no way to fight my way out of this one. It’s my life for Harry’s and that was a risk I was willing to take. The sound of my phone ringing made my whole body jump. I took deep breaths as I grabbed it off the end table, glancing at the number on the screen. I was praying it wasn’t Harry. I couldn’t take hearing the heart break and pleading in his voice. I wouldn’t be able to hear him beg for me to stay, to work our “problems” out, because I didn’t know if I would be able to say no again. Running back into his arms would be easy. But dealing with the consequences would be heart wrenching.

I didn’t know if it felt good or bad that unknown flashed across the screen.

“Hello?” I shakily answered. I bit the tips of my fingernails of the hand not holding my phone.

“14578 Wesslin Road. Be there in an hour. Charlie will be waiting.” An unfamiliar voice spoke, sending chills down my spine, and hung up the phone.

Charlie?

C. Levi

Andrew’s father

Normally, it feels like some kind of relief when pieces to the puzzle fall into place, but finding out his name only made me queasy. It brought bile to the back of my throat. Knowing his name only made this situation feel more real. This evil man was real and this situation was real. Harry and I were done. There was no chance of me getting myself out of this mess. I wouldn’t be knocking on the door of our- Harry’s- apartment anytime soon and throwing myself into his arms, whispering how sorry I was for everything; telling him how much I loved him.

I was going to drown in the darkness and evil I was being forced to commit.

Quickly I typed the address into the GPS on my phone. The place was only 10 minutes away. It was only nine in the morning and I could feel my muscles tensing; between the stress and the hours’ long walk yesterday, my body was taking the toll.

The sound of the shower hitting the bath tub floor soothed me in a strange way. The steam of the hot water surrounded me, consuming me from the world that lay on the other side of the bathroom door. Stripping my clothes from my restless body, I threw them against the door, letting them fall to the floor in dirty pile.

I stepped into the white porcelain tub; the surface feeling cold and slick under my feet. The hot water ran down my back, washing over the scars and bruises from the multiple beatings I had received; some from the recent attack from Charlie. Others from the many years of living with Andrew.

There was a long white scar that ran down the center of my back from Andrew when he came home from ‘work’ late one night and the dinner had gotten cold. I still remember what it felt like when he pushed me up against the counter, driving his hips into my backside, pinning me to the edge of the counter. He had slowly slid my shirt up and off my body until I was standing in my bra; the same lace red bra he bought and insisted on me wearing from then on. He had taken the kitchen knife sitting on the counter and dragged it along my spine in a straight line. He pressed it hard enough so it hurt, but it didn’t break skin. He continued to draw the line until my skin broke and blood trickled down my back, resting on the hem of my high waisted skirt; although not deep enough for stitches. I had sat on the bathroom floor that night, letting sobs escape me as I pressed bloody rags to my back as Andrew laid passed on the couch from too much alcohol.