Thread: Story For The Broken-Hearted ஐ (Rated-R)

Well, since we've had an unexpected trip,
I won't be updating until later.
...Like when the sun come up.

"Right under my feet there's air made of bricks
Pulls me down turns me weak for you
I find myself repeating like a broken tune
And I'm forever excusing your intentions
And I give in to my pretendings
Which forgive you each time
Without me knowing
They melt my heart to stone"
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Dear Sirs and/or Madams,

I tried. With the best of my abilities,
to forget him. It wasn't easy.

Hell, it still isn't.

But I know, that before this baby is born,
I have to let go. Wouldn't you? If you had
my situation, would you love again?

I wouldn't.
I won't.

He broke that, so now what will I do about that?
Absolutely nothing.

Mad&Proud,
ஐ


I must've been needing today off. I never drunk off almost a whole bottle of wine...By myself! "Ugh, god..." I flipped through pages and pages of this old photo album, seeing how life was, before him and Selena and Lilly. Before the media turned my life into Hell. Before the hurt hit me like a meteor. "...This was us at the zoo.." I was perfectly fine before Justin came and ruined me. Ever since that day I left him have Lilly for the whole day, I've been a mess. And what's worse was that Lilly is a witness to it. "You need to stop." Jacobi snatched the photo album from me, I grabbed it back. "This is gettin' out of hand, what about Lilly??" Keri took the bottle and my glass away from. I really didn't want her to see me this way. "Oh god...Please, don't let her see me this way, please." I crawled up on the couch, burring my face between the cushions. This was horrible. If she saw me this way, then her little perfect mind would be screwed up by my stupidity.

"Well what you want us to do?" Keri and Jacobi got up, but my senses only heard little feet. "Mommy!" "Take her to Justin's, quick! Go! Now!" I shooed them away. "Mommy what doing?" "Uh...Mommy's not feeling good, so we gon take you to yo Daddy's." From my pounding headache, I could hear Lilly's cheering. Ugh, god, why did hangovers exist??? The door slammed. I slumped to the floor with a thud. I sat up, running my fingers through my hair. I just kept staring at the bottle, because it's the only thing that made sense to me at the moment. The photo album was setting next to the bottle, eyeing me from the coffee table.."What the hell."
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There was a knock, but I was too lazy..And drunk. To get the damn door myself. I guess, with the depression setting back in and the soon dreading visit to meet my parents looming over my head, a drink seemed reasonable...But stupid me, thought it meant the whole bottle of peach Alize`. The door finally opened, but I didn't see who it was. I didn't actually care. I was slumped over on the floor, still buzzed and still depressed. "Oh my god, Ivy!" Only one person could've said that to me.

"Leeeave me alone, Justin!!" I whined, feeling dizzy as he sat me up. I was barely responsive. Cause slowly, all my senses were shutting down. Have you ever got that sleepy feeling after a few drinks? It feels good. "'C'mon, you gotta stay awake." He lifted me from the floor, practically dragging me to the bathroom. "Where's my daughter?!" "She's with Selena." That. Did it. "You left her with that bitch?!" I tried to free myself from his grip, but he closed in tighter, laughing. "I'm kidding, she's with my mom." He continued to laugh, placing me in the tub. "That's not funny you dick!" I reached up and hit him from the tub. He turned the cold water on me, "Holy ****!!!!" I leaped up, my body tensed. This is ridiculous, he is the last person I wanted to see.

"Ivy, what are you doing to yourself? Wine? Really, how stupid could you get?" I rolled my eyes, getting up. Soaked, I walked to---Well, okay, stumbled to the living room. It was impossible to be in the same room with someone, when they were going on and on about the stupid choices you make. Hence the parents, Justin, the world! "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY, DAMN!!" I turned, yelling to his face. I had enough. And to think, that I was actually crying over the situation, didn't make me feel any better. "..Dani, what's going on..?" I slumped on the floor, burring my face into my knees. I sniffed, looking up. Them stupid pictures staring me dead in the face. I picked up the photo album and threw it at him. Surprisingly, as a drunk right now, I still had good aim. But he moved before it could hit him the perfect place.

"...Pictures of us.." No duh, idiot. I laughed sickly.. menacingly. "...Because of you, I have so much drama." I got up slowly, trying not to fall. "We were a mistake, I can see that now." Never thought I'd say it, but drinking brought me clarity. "But you gave me the greatest give ever...Lilly. Oh, and stretch marks." I broke out a laughter that clearly said you had enough to drink. It took years of cocoa butter to get rid of those stretch marks, that's for sure. I sauntered over to the kitchen, almost falling. Nothing seemed right. I had all I could take. Now, I see them on the news, in magazines, pictures...None of them, not the media, not their precious fans, probably not even their families, knew of what went down between the three of us. And they're just perfectly content, living life as if they knew everything that happened: Justin dumped me for Selena. Which, I might add, was half true.

"...We weren't a mistake." I slanted my eyes at his figure. "Yes. We were I'm doing you a huge favor, ok, I'm letting go! All I do is give you trouble, isn't that right? The bitch!!" I waved my hands all over the place. I felt dizzy. I felt sick. "Oh god.." I ran to the bathroom, blowing chunks. I'm not embarrassed, okay; he's seen worse sides of me before. But drunk was never one of them. "What if I don't want you to let go?" He knelled down beside me, pushing my hair back. I sat on the heels of my feet, looking over t him. He rested his fingers on my chin. He leaned forward to try and kiss me, I moved, not even hesitating. I slouched on the cool floor, closing my eyes slowly. Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, it'd give him the hint to leave.

Guess I was wrong.
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"Ughhh." I looked around, seeing myself in my room. In my bed. Different clothes? I had such a headache, it's gonna take Advil, Tylenol, and all the medicine in the world to get rid of this hangover. I looked around, my clothes were on the floor., but instead, I was in an oversized, black shirt. Lilly wasn't in her crib, and panic wasn't the only thing keeping me from breathing. "Lilly!" I got up, falling to the floor with a thud. I was too out of it walk; I'm such a dumbass. "Lilly!!!" All I wanted was my baby. "Lilly slept over at my moms, what happened?!" I felt hands grab hold of my arms. They yanked me up, plopping me on the bed. I groaned, "I thought you left." He lifted my legs onto the bed, pushing me down. "I couldn't leave even if I wanted to. I knew you'd have a hangover the size of Texas, so I stayed. Keri and Jacobi didn't like it, but they had to leave for work, so I told them I'd stay with you. Lilly's with my mom, she's fine." I stared up at the ceiling, my vision barely clear. I sighed, "Why would you stay.." This depression was setting in more than I thought it would. I rolled over on my side, groaning. Then I remembered something.

"How did I get into my pajamas?" He was silent. I turned back over, "How. Did I. Get into. My pajamas??" My eyes widened, "You saw me naked!" I punched his arm, "Like I haven't before!" He scoffed, getting up. "It was easy to change your clothes, besides, you couldn't stay in the same outfit. You should be thanking me, I didn't even get you naked. This time." He smirked. I threw a pillow at him, he dodged it. He left out the room, laughing. After about an hour, I decided to move. I made it to the door, but that didn't end well. So I just crawled out the room. No, really, I crawled to the living room. "Ivy, this is ridiculous. Crawling?" I ignored him, trying to crawl over to the couch. He picked me up, regardless. "Put me down!" "Fine." He dropped me on the couch. "Ouch, damnit!" I huffed, sitting halfway up. I saw the photo album on the coffee table. Everything started hitting home.

"I couldn't throw it away," He sat down, handing me a coffee mug. "I miss those days too, you know..We were younger..Crazier..--" "Stupider." I muttered, bringing the coffee to my mouth. The strong smell hit my nose, "French Vanilla." "Your favorite, yeah." He remembered. "But now look at us," He leaned back into the couch. "we're grown. We have a kid--." "Who's just as crazy as we were." He laughed, listening to my theory of our daughter's personality. No serious, she really is crazy. Just like him. "Yeah, but she's our baby girl." Hmph. "Ours". Okay, I can't do this anymore. I can't. Either I like him, or I don't. Either I love him, or I don't. Which is it?! "..I'm not sober yet, but did I just hear you say "ours"?" He nodded slowly. "Ok, just making sure." I sat the cup down, looking at the photos. One brought back so many memories..

"This was the day you came back.." He had left, for a whole year, to go to Europe. I refused for him to fly me out, because I knew, once I'd left, I'd miss him too much. Still, that's probably when all of this mess began. Because the very next day, low and behold, guess who flew out to see him. Come on, just guess. Right, Selena. But back then, he came back to me. He came back to. me.. And stupidly, I accepted it, not knowing that that's when the cheating started. We were nineteen. He was in Europe, all alone. With her. And I, not knowing it, all because I refused to go out there and see him, was being cheated on. It lasted for months until I caught them. Then, they became official.

"...W-we...We uh," I coughed, feeling the stinging in the chest in my throat and eyes. "Ahem. We went to Six Flags, and we took the picture--." "With Bugs Bunny, your favorite character." I nodded, closing the photo album. I sighed, leaning into the couch. "Ivy, it's ok...To remember those days, you know." I laughed. Not sure if it were for humor or desperation. "No, no..It isn't ok." I looked over at him, sitting up straighter now, "It's not ok, because you weren't the one, with the broken heart. You weren't the one, who stood there, and watched someone you were in love with, screw some other chick and then run off. Oh, and god forbid, if it were me and not you; you'd be doing the same thing, only publicly!" I basically called him Taylor Swift, oh yeah, I was on a roll. "You weren't the one...Who thought one day, had to explain to her kid, that her dad wasn't around because he didn't know! I was nineteen. I was scared. And I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't! Whether you wanna nitpick it all you want to, I was still alone! And you lied to me, in my face, you lied to me!"

To stop me from hitting him, he held my arms down. I could barely see his face, was I crying?? "And I hate you! I, HATE YOU!! YOU WEREN'T THE ONE CARRYING WHAT WAS LEFT OF YOU, UNDER YOUR SHIRT FOR NINE MONTHS; I HATE YOU!!!" He picked me up, I started kicking. I kicked and hit him until I thought I'd completely lost it. He laid me down on the bed, closing in the only space for air, between us. He kissed me like it was the only thing he hadn't done that day. I felt like Yvette in 'Baby Boy', if that made any sense. So I was the ghetto chick, having problems with the man she loved. Yeah, I still loved the idiot. I shuttered, feeling his hands slid up my abdomen. He pulled me closer up, pulling away from a kiss I haven't felt since...Well, ever, honestly.

"..Don't stop me this time." He mumbled against my neck. I was paralyzed with love, how could I? He traveled down my neck, slowly raising up the shirt. Tears streamed out both eyes as the anger slowly died down. I arched my back, feeling his lips brush against my tattoo. He hooked my underwear at the hip bones, with his fingers. "Justin..' He looked up, his eyes repeatedly told me to let him do his job. I went to speak, he shushed me. "Don't stop me.."
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When I woke up, my whole body was sore. I looked over and sure enough, what I thought happened, happened. I rolled over to my side, Justin was sleeping. Or so I thought, "Good evening." He mumbled, eyes fluttering open. I looked down and his six pack has really filled out, with the rest of his body. "Evening." I now know that I'm naked and sore, so I know what happened wasn't a dream. "...Why?" He looked over at me, "Because I still love you...Whether you want to believe it or not. We might not always agree on everything, we might even get along anymore, like we use to. But I know, deep down, we still have something for each other.." I didn't say anything. I snuggled closer to him, he wrapped his arms around me.

"So where do we go from here?"

I have an awful feeling about this...

how so?

I've done that before and it like idk. I got my heart broken severly more after I did that..

ohhh you meant in general
i thought you meant in the story.

awe, i'm sorry to hear that,
i really am :/

I'm gonna keep writing it's just..
I'm starting to lose in interest, slowly,
but not all the way. idk,
this whole Jelena thing,
engagement rumors,
this boring summer, etc.

it's just getting to me, now, I guess,
when it shouldn't.

But.

I'ma do what I said I was going to do,
I don't actually believe that I'll get a chance with him or anything like that,
so I need to chill. just write fiction purely for the fun of it.

Trust me k don't like it either. I was engaged at his age.
And I was dumb and he's dumb. Period.

Originally Posted by supersaraxx9

Trust me k don't like it either. I was engaged at his age.
And I was dumb and he's dumb. Period.

you would just think,
he wouldn't do it but...apparently,
it might happen.

-sighs- I just don't care any more.
to heck with it.
I just hope he gets a prenup