Lovestruck // Bronnor Fanfiction

Chapter 42 - Me and my broken heart

Amy's POV

My hand is killing me. Before Connor left to go to Arwen's, he wrapped a bandage around it and I had some medicine to ease the pain. Rarely, when I get angry or upset, I don't realise what I'm doing and I can hurt myself, like I did earlier. I just get out of control I guess.

At the moment I'm sat in the lounge, watching some Fresh Prince. It's one of my favourite TV shows because it cheers me up, but today I'm not laughing at any of the funny parts because it's mine and Arwen's special thing that we used to watch together. I just can't process all of this shit in my head.

"Brad why do you have to love Arwen? I thought we would be together forever... How could you do this to me?" I say to myself, beginning to cry, "I love you Brad, I really do."

I put my head in my hands and silently started to cry to myself, forgetting that no one is in the apartment so I don't have to be quiet.

"Brad why, WHY?" I shout, crying out loud now. Loosing one of the most important people in my life is killing me. It feels like a part of my heart has died inside; I'm gasping for air as I find it hard to breath. I'm not sure if it's my injury that's causing it, or if my heart is in to much pain and it can't cope.

I'm all alone in this apartment; no one's shoulder to cry on, no one to talk to, no one to hug. All alone: me and my broken heart.

I get up off the sofa so I can wash the tears away from my face.

"Con?" I say, seeing him stood at the doorway, his hands over his face, "What's wrong?"

He looks up at me. His eyes are bloodshot.

"Amy, Arwen loves Brad," he says, tears streaming down his face. What?

"No no no no!" I shout, "How could she do this to me? How?" Tears start to fall down my face too as I run up to Con and hug him. It kills my hand but I don't care. He picks me up, still hugging him, and snuggles his face into mine.

"Hey hey, it's okay..." Con says, his tears wetting my top, "Everything will be okay."

I look up at him and nod.

"Promise me?" I whisper, taking a deep breath.

"I promise Amy," he replies, giving me a small smile. I smile back and Con carefully places me back down onto the ground.

"How's your hand?" He asks, looking at it. Some of the blood has soaked through the bandage and it has smeared all down my arm.

"It hurts but I'm fine," I say, shrugging.

"You sure you don't want it checked?"

"Yeah I'm sure... It's no big deal," I reply, wiping my eyes. Con nods at me and I go into the bathroom to wash my tear stained face. I decide to go into Cons ensuite because I can't even look at Brad's room; too many painful memories were formed in there.

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Ring ring

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, I decided to have a nap to rest my eyes.

"Erm Hello?" I say, answering it.

"Oh my god Amy..." I hear someone say. I can't really make out who it is because the signal is bad.

"W-who is this?" I ask, putting it onto speaker phone so I can hear it better.

"Amy what do you mean who is this? I've been trying to call you for ages."

Arwen.

I don't say anything. I can't bare to talk to her; she has betrayed our friendship.

"Amy?" Arwen says again.

"What do you want?" I snap, suddenly getting angry.

"I need to talk to you. Please," Arwen replies, her voice muffled as if she is outside.

"Why? Haven't you already said enough?" I say, the anger in my voice becoming more noticeable.

"Amy I'm coming to talk to you, I'm on my way," Arwen says and she hangs up the phone. I don't want to talk to her, she has ruined our friendship. I never thought she would do something like this to me. I'm just going to ignore her if she arrives at the apartment; I can't be arsed to talk to her.

Brad's POV

I'm going to go and talk to Amy again. This morning was horrible and I need to check on her. I don't care if she hates me. I still love her and I need to see if she's okay.

I arrive at the door to my apartment. Here we go.

I knock on the door and no one answers. Maybe she isn't in? I open the door because after all, it is my apartment. Walking in makes me feel a load of different emotions: anger, pain, guilt. The memories hurt the most though.

"Amy?" I call, taking my shoes and jacket off. I walk into the lounge to find Amy, sat on the floor with her beat headphones on, listening to music. She has her back facing me so she doesn't know I'm here, and I can tell that she is listening to one of the songs I wrote because she is faintly singing along to the words.

'So I've been waiting for an opportunity
Just to speak my mind
If that's alright
Might just be a couple hours out of my whole week
Usually I'm fine
It's ok not to be ok sometimes'

I stand there for a few moments listening to her gentle singing. 'Sometimes' is one of the personal songs I wrote, it means the loads to me and I express my feelings in the lyrics. It's a sad song though, about how I've felt heartbroken in the past.

She takes her headphones off and stands up, turning around to face me, not knowing I was there.

Amy jumps, looking me right in the eyes. Her face is filled with horror as she sees me standing here. She starts to walk backwards so she was in the corner of the room.

"Brad?" She says, her voice breaking.

"Amy, we need to talk about earlier," I say, sitting down on the sofa.

"Um... Okay," she replies walking towards me. Her hand is wrapped in a blood stained bandage and she winces as she moves it. Amy sits down next to me, a bit of space between the both of us.

"How's your hand?" I ask, looking at it.

"Sore," she replies, looking down at her lap, not facing me.

"Listen, I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but I want you to know that it isn't Arwen's fault, it's mine. I'm the one who was unfair to you, I was the one who has broken your heart and told Arwen. She's heartbroken she really is," I say, looking at Amy right in the eyes.

"I'm not going to say anything because I can't be bothered with all this shit," she replies, sighing.

"Well can you at least talk to Arwen then? She really wants to see you," I say, taking her hand. Amy looks up at me and doesn't say anything or move. She just closes her eyes and leans back.

"Erm, are you okay Amy?" I ask. She has gone really pale and she looks sick.

"Mmmm. Just really tired."

Suddenly a few snores escape her mouth and her head tilts to the side. Great just what I need.

Hope you enjoyed this kind of filler chapter 😊

Enjoy x Amy ❤️