Broken Hearted

PROLOGUE

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2. All people, places, things, etc are mine and mine alone

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I stared at my favorite green tea chai latte. The waiter dropped it off and I don't remember ordering it.

"Hey!" I called out. "I didn't order this."

The waiter looked back and shrugged. He then continued to walk away.

Oh well. At least it's something I like. I thought.

I picked up the latte when a piece of paper fell off the bottom of the cup.

Hello again, Love. Miss me.

My body tensed up. I was on high alert. I knew who this was from. I couldn't believe it. How did he find me? I covered my tracks. I made sure of it.

I hurried to grab all of my stuff to leave. I needed to go home now. I couldn't believe I would have to pack up and move. How could I have been so stupid to have missed something?

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I was home before I knew it. My mind was racing a mile a minute.

Calm down, Alex. You need to calm down.

I needed to calm down so I could think of a plan. I should start packing tonight and then I can go to the university tomorrow morning to tell them I'm leaving.

I have to leave and fast. What if he knows where I am?

I took a deep breath and started packing as much as I could.

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The next morning I grabbed all my stuff and left my apartment. I messaged the landlord and told her that there was an emergency back home that needed my immediate attention and that I wouldn't be back.

I rushed down to my car and drove to the university. Here I go. I'm giving up on my dream university because he had to show up. If I didn't leave now, he would force me into things I didn't want. The police are no help since he just buys his way out of everything. My family is dead and I'm alone in this cruel world.

I knocked on the door to the admissions office. The Receptionist looked up and smiled kindly at me. "How may I help you?"

"I'm here to drop out." I mumbled. I was ashamed of myself. I was a great student and I hated that I had to leave.

"Name?" She asked.

"Alex Monroe."

"Okay, you'll have to speak with Mr. James." She told me and pointed me in the direction of his office.

I have no idea who this Mr. James was but i needed to hurry. I have a long road ahead of me.

I hesitantly knocked on the office door that had the name Atlas James printed on it.

It was a few moments before the door swung open and there stood a man about six foot with perfect windswept dark Carmel hair and a smile that could shock millions.