He mended my Broken Heart

Prologue

It's my first time to have my work published. And I would like to dedicate this to every single person who was once broken and now recovering and mending. I wish you guys check this out :)

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It was a Wednesday afternoon; I was skipping steps to get to my boyfriend's boarding house as soon as I could. It was our 25th month together, 2 years and a month! And I wanted to surprise him a visit, I'm sure he'd love what I brought for him, chicken fillet from McDonalds; he'd always beg me to buy a lot for him.

I was smiling from ear to ear to the thought that we'd be doing things we could do together today, like watch our favorite cartoon show in Disney channel and eat a lot of fries- my favorite! And I really missed him! It's been a month since we last talked and seen each other, we also had few chats and calls. And today finally, I could see him! I looked at the street I was crossing with joy and excitement.

I remembered the first day we met, it was when I joined a singing contest, he sang there too and unfortunately, we both lost. Yeah, I sing and he does too, way too well than me. After getting a lot of chance to know him for almost 6 months of dating, I agreed and became his girlfriend, and he was mine too, my first boyfriend. He was so sweet, loving and caring. I always felt safe and special with him. Even if I knew the world was against the relationship we have- my best friends and my family, they didn't want him because of a lot of wrong things they've seen that I haven't. He is not a player; I know that because I was always his first priority besides his family.

I was finally outside the b-house, and I shook all the apprehensions. I was also worried he might not be around or might not like what I brought or have finally eaten his lunch. But then I opened the gate slowly to make him not notice me, it was a surprise of course. I suddenly felt something was wrong, the gate wasn't locked, and no one was around.

I heard a dog bark and that gave me a smile in my lips, that's our puppy, Sweety, a 5 month old Shitzu. I missed him! We bought him when he was 3 months old and on our 23rd month. I had always wanted to spend time with this cute little puppy. He was white but there were few black spots on his face and on his body. He was barking at the top of his lungs and was trying to open the door by jumping and pushing it but it didn't work. I was watching him intently when he finally looked at me, his dark black eyes stared at me before recognizing me, and I smiled. He started walking towards me while wiggling his plain white fluffy tail. I bent down to reach him, rubbed his head and hugged him.

"I missed you, Sweety" and leaned a kiss.

"Hey, didn't you take a bath? You smell." and I laughed softy before putting him back down to the ground. I thought they were playing again, Carlos could be teasing Sweety by leaving him alone outside, and he would open it after getting tired of hearing the little bark of our little Sweety.

I should get in now. I told myself. So I grabbed the knob and didn't even bother to knock. But before I could open it, Sweety was already biting my tight black jeans.

"Sweety, stop that!" I looked at him smiling while slowly opening the door.

I turned around and felt blood drained from my face, the small space was suffocating me. I scrolled my eyes through the sink and saw a pink polo which I recognized to be my boyfriend's favorite polo, above it was a grey brief and a brown leathered belt. I felt my heart pumped so fast, and I was catching my breath, then I saw red clothing on top of the round table beside the sink, a sexy black laced bra with a matching plain black panty.

Definitely not mine! I said in my head.

I felt water stocked in my eyes. Then something squeezed inside me, I saw a naked man on the bed, his head was crushed to the woman's chest beneath him. He suddenly looked at me, and immediately jumped out of bed.

"Micky? What are you doing here?" He stopped.

I stared at him with disbelief. Carlos didn't want me to be here. Tears were falling down from my eyes and through my cheeks and I couldn't stop it.

"Micky, it's not what you think it is" he pulled some cloth to cover himself, but it was useless for me.

I saw everything! I saw how stupid he was! A jerk! A dork! A man-whore!! I can't believe this! He tried reaching me but I stepped back.

"Babe, let me explain." He grabbed my shoulder with his right hand and the other hand holding a blanket that was covering his personal part.

Shit!

"Suck it up Carlos!" I shoved his hand away and peeked behind him, the girl was trying to get dressed, and I tried to guess who she was.

My eyes grew wider.

"Sara?" I asked trying not to sob so hard. I wanted to prove myself it was not her. She stared at me with a pleading look, and yes! She was Sara, the girl who won the contest where we first met. She was also a good friend to me and Carlos. We have sung together in some parties, some weddings and other works. I rubbed my hand through my hair.

"You're a bitch!" That was all I could utter, but I did give her a death glare.

I didn't know how to react on this. My hands wanted to grab Sara's hair and drag her outside while she was still naked and rub her face on the ground. I wanted to slap Carlos hard and pull that blanket out to reveal his, ahmmm, uhhh immature part!!!

I wanted to hurt them both, but I felt weak. So weak that I decided to storm out of the house, and felt eyes burning on me while running away.

But I don't freaking care!

I ran for myself, ran until I could hardly breathe. I didn't notice how far I was from the house.

I was exhausted, I wanted to scream. I wanted to shout at everyone, at anyone. I felt my knees were shaking and that I was about to fall, I hurriedly walked myself to a bench where I thought no one could notice me.

I sat and hugged myself.

How come? How could they? That was my friend and my boyfriend! How could he?! How could she?!

I cried non-stop! I cursed them non-stop! I killed them both billion times in my head! I wanted to do that! I hate them! I fucking hate them so much!!!

Until I saw someone wearing a pair of white Nike rubber shoes in front of me. I know that was a man even if I didn't look up at him. He was wearing a black basketball shorts with a red number 13 on it, and a sudden pang hit me.

Damn!

It is 13 today; it was supposed to be a happy day! Our day!!

I cried a bit more, tears ran down too fast from my eyes but I stopped when the guy offered me a white shirt.

"Aren't you gonna take it? I rarely offer my things to anyone." I was still looking down and saw myself soaking wet because of tears.

Shit!

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Some people asked me if this was my own experience, but no. Or maybe a bit :)

What can you say about that intro? Please tell me if I did some errors. And what do you think would happen next. Comment :)