Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts

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2nd Book in the "Broken series". #8-flasback #1-train journey This valentine's day, discover love in a different dimension. 2 characters , both of them are broken. Can they mend each other? Or their love story was just an illusion? Read to find out. Sneak peek: "So..say something? "He asked nervously. "You really want to know?" I wiggled my eyebrows and biy my lips seductively. " Ye-s, I-I do," he stammered pathetically. Under any other circumstances, i would have laughed seeing him this way- vulnerable, miserable and totally at my mercy. And also undeniably handsome. ...nah, get a grip girl, i told myself. "Alright -" I held him by his tie and pulled him closer to me. "You asked for it." I brought my lips closer to his ears and purred softly, "I Hate You", emphasising on each word i spoke out. Then I winked at him , turned around and left, leaving him dumbfolded.
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The story of a girl who grows up with an alcoholic for a father, only to marry an alcoholic for a husband. ~~~~~ The walk to the school would be fifteen minutes, on a good day. Today, however, I managed to get there in seven. As soon as I walked onto the property, I could hear the nonsense ramblings spewing from my husband's mouth. "He's my son! You are holding him hostage!" He yells - his words slurring together, almost making them unintelligible. Luckily for me, I have heard him like this many, many times throughout my life and can understand him clearly. "Michael?" I call out to him and he turns his head slowly in my direction. He stumbles a little as he walks towards me, placing a hand on my left shoulder. "Ella? Love, they won't give me our son. I got here on time like you told me. I remembered! See! I got here, but they won't give him to me. They are keeping him away from me." He turns, his face getting angry. "Give me back my son, you bastards!" "Michael, that's enough." I say firmly, trying to make my hands stop shaking. "You're drunk. They couldn't give you Tyler like this. You aren't fit-" "Not fit? Not fit? I am capable of taking care of our son, Ella." He spits, literally, into my face. ~~~~~ This story contains mature themes, sensitive topics and coarse language. Reader discretion is advised.

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