All Chapters of Healing the man who broke me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Adam's POV The darkness pressed against me so hard, I couldn't tell if I was breathing or drowning. From a distance, I could hear a continuous beep.The sound grew louder with each second. Then came the pain. The ache in my muscles. I tried opening my eyes and a silver light cut through.I winced as I forced my eyes open. I was at the hospital. The memory of the accident hit me fully and I tried to sit up right but the mere attempt caused pain to rip through me.I cried out.“Easy.” My mother rushed to my side. Her eyes were blank and she looked older than I remembered.My throat burned and I swallowed. That was worse. It felt like I had swallowed broken glass.She rubbed my shoulders softly. “Let me get the doctor.”Once the door clicked softly, I stared at the ceiling. I tried to move my legs but I couldn't feel them. It seemed like they had been buried in concrete.My heart quickened. My mother walked back in. “The doctor will be here soon.”“What happened?” I asked.“You had

Adam's POV I barely slept that night. No matter where my mind went, it always returned to Eli Brooke. Eli was the small ginger haired boy that was the joke of high school. We taunted him for everything. His ginger hair, his tiny voice and hell, even the way he kept his lips.I never thought I would see him again but I just did. He wasn't small anymore. His shoulders spread out just perfectly and his voice was perfect baritone. I swallowed and looked out my window. It's been almost a decade. Would I ever be able to make things right between us?I reached for my phone. There were tons of messages but I didn't have the mental capacity to reply to anyone now. Barely holding the screen before my eyes caused my head to throb. I heard the blinds pull open and the morning light flooded into my room. I groaned and slightly opened my eyes. Eli was standing in front of my bed with his pad in his grip.“This early?” I groaned.“I like to do the harder things at the crack of dawn.”I

Chapter 6Eli's POV The sound of table clock was suddenly too loud today. Everything seemed to irritate me. The sound of the clock, a random frog croaking outside my window and the feel of the bedsheets against my skin. I knew the reason why and it lodged behind my throat like a bitter pill.I was disgusted at myself. How could I do something like that? How could the picture of the man who made my life a living hell turn me on so much that I lose myself? The image of me fucking my hands in the bathroom flashed in my mind and I groaned into the pillow. Right now, I expected to feel remorseful but I didn't and that was what bred the disgust.I knew I was going to do it again.I glanced at the clock. It was just three am. Could morning come already? I froze at that thought. Did I wish that just because I couldn't wait to see Adam again?“Lord help me.” I pressed my back into my pillows and stared at the ceiling.My eyes burned and my head felt heavy when the sun pierced through my

Chapter 8 Adam's POV I had seen Derrick angry but right now what flashed in his eyes transcended anger. His jaw ticked and his palms folded into fists so tight I feared he might tear a vein or two in his arm. If I wasn't laying in a hospital bed, he would probably have slammed me against a wall and challenged me to a fight. We both fell silent and stared at each other. The only sound in the room were our ragged breaths. Suddenly he burst into a laughter, a dry throaty laughter with his head thrown back but it lacked humour. His eyes didn't crinkle by the corners and his lips didn't stretch. “You really think you are the shit now, don't you?” He got off his chair and started pacing around the room. “Just because these brands throw sponsorships at you and you have your face on every billboard.” “That would not happen if I wasn't good at what I did. I have worked my ass off for years to get here.” He nodded while grinding his molars. “Alone?” I stared at him blankly. “Did you do

Adam's POV I never talked about my dad to anyone. Not the teammates who had seen all of me in locker rooms, or the women that spent days and weeks in my bed and in my jerseys. The reason was I never felt like anyone would ever understand. I didn't want to come across as ungrateful of the privilege or of the man that he turned me into. Honestly, without my father I would not be on the billboards. I would not be on the ice with everyone screaming my name and carrying placards with my face. So I remained silent. I pretended to like him for the public eye and when I was done pretending, I simply avoided him. But never talked about him to anyone. Somehow with Eli sitting across the room, I felt the need to open myself up in this way. To show him a part that I had never shown anyone. The raw, messy, ugly part of me. “What do you mean he pushed you too hard?” Eli pulled the chair and sank back into it. His lips were drawn tight, like he expected what I was about to say. I exhaled. “He