Darren has not touched me in two months. He treats me like I am broken goods now.
I haven't had the strength to leave the house recently. I am too terrified of what might happen to me out there. I know what happened (or didn't happen) was a fluke and the likelihood of it happening again is small but I can not get the terrible thoughts out of my head.
The only thing keeping me sane lately is planning for the wedding. Am I crazy to think it is still going to happen?
I can't help thinking that Darren may have grown tired of me. I am home all the time. He says I have lost my spark. Is this the end of us? Five years together and he has given up? Almost ten months engaged to me and he can barely look at me.
I grab my keys from the table and take a deep breath. "I'm going to the store." I say confidently.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, laughing under his breath. "For what this time?"
"Milk." I think of something quickly. At this point, I will do anything to make him see me. If that means facing my irrational fears then I will do it.
Darren thinks he is being quiet but I can hear him laughing in the other room.
"Whatever, Darren. It's going to happen this time." I grab my purse and storm out of the house, mumbling under my breath "I am doing everything I- You have got to be kidding me!"
Chris flashes his teeth as he walks up my driveway, his hands in his pockets to keep warm.
"Shit." CRACK
"Ciara?!" Darren calls out for me after hearing me hit the concrete.
Authors note: hey guys! What do you think? Let me know! I've had a really hard time writing for this story so hearing your feedback is very helpful.
Also this chapter is so short and I am so sorry. The next one will be longer.
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Shattered
RomanceThey let her fall to the ground and shatter like a vase full of flowers. She was left alone to pick up the pieces. Now they are back and she's afraid of being broken again.
