Battle Scars: Sequel to The War On Love

Chapter 1

*Dylan Hale's POV*

It's been a year. A year since she's picked up her phone and said, "It's Thomas." I don't know why I did it. I just did. I filled out one of the little invitations in my sloppy printed letters. I stuck the card in the envelope, filled it out with the address that I knew was his, sealed it, and stuck it in the middle of the stack so she might not find it. She said she didn't want him there. I think she's lying. I think she's settling for who she thinks is the best for her.

Emmalyn is a fool at times. This is one of those times. I never thought I'd hear myself say this but.... I hope he objects to everything that will be said in a matter of months. I hope her takes her away from that alter, away from me. I made a mistake by asking her to marry me. I was stupid for asking. She was stupid for saying yes to someone she doesn't even want.

She says I'm an idiot for thinking that she would ever go back to him. I say she's an idiot for not going back to him. She says she loves me but I see in her eyes that she doesn't. I'm just someone who gets her mind away from Thomas. I hope she will realize that when she sees him again.

*Thomas's POV*

Isabella came in, dropping the mail on the table in front of me. I just stared at it. Nightmare, the cat I got from Emmalyn... God. Even thinking her name hurts.... Nightmare, jumped up on the table, pawing playfully at the small stack of bills. But, when I see it, the envelope significantly smaller than the rest, I grab it, ripping it open when I see my name scrawled across the center and Louisiana up in the corner.

Now, I wish I hadn't. Across the top in fancy cursive was, 'You are cordially invited to the wedding of Dylan Hale and Emmalyn Taylor'. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Isabella comes up behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders, running them gently. "Thomas, what's wrong, babe?" She whispers.

I wriggle out of her grasp and flop face first down onto the couch, holding the invitation up. "My life is over!" I grumble into the cushion.

"Who is this?" She asks curiously.

"Who is who?"

"Emmalyn. Who is she?"

"You've met her! The girlfriend after you."

She crinkled up her nose in the way Emmalyn did. It's not adorable when she does it.... "Oh. Her. You're not going, are you?"

"I don't know... maybe."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Isabella! Please. Leave me be! Let me wallow in my misery..." I say, mumbling the last part so she doesn't hear. She releases a huff and stomps up the stairs.

This can't be happening. She can't be marrying that insolent fool! She supposed to marry me! Wait... no. Because if she was, she'd be here instead of Isabella. I scream into pillow. I don't care if I look stupid. If you were in my position you would be screaming too....

A/N: And this is chapter one of Battle Scars! How do you like it so far? You probably all hate me but OH WELL!!! I hope you all had a good New Years! Um, well.... I don't know what to say.... sooooo. COMMENT/VOTE -med_01

QOTC: Favorite candy?

My answer: Reeses cups or Reeses pieces