H20 Delirious Break Up Novels & Stories

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

She starts to cry. “I think Dean is cheating on me. That’s why I was behaving the way I was. I saw him flirting with a girl at the park and I’m sure they exchanged numbers.” Halsey tells me in tears. “I- “ I hesitate to come up with anything to comfort her, thinking I’ll probably be helping to excuse him. Halsey sits up and wipes her tears. “I’m breaking up with him tomorrow.” I bite on the inside of my mouth. “Do what your heart tells you to.” She nods and leaves my room. I sigh and get under my blanket as I let sleep take me.

She replied. “Claire, Mike and I didn’t break up. Our relationship wasn’t over when we had sex. It was over after we had sex.” I replied. “It was over when you slept with that doctor in Seattle. What was his name?” Claire blurted and we both started laughing. “You are unbelievable.” Blair started laughing. “We are going to get along great.” Blair stated while hugging Claire. “I wish I could drink with you guys and get wasted.” “I can’t believe you always get to meet people who are just like you.” Cassie stated. “You people enjoy talking about things that make other people uncomfortable.” She complained.

My brain feels as if it is about to swell beyond the limits of my skull, and the dehydration I am feeling is now far too evident to ignore. I drag my body down and attempt to get out of bed. But before I can get out of bed, the doors to the room I am in burst open, and a panicked Delila rushes in. Her hair is dishevelled, her eyes are crimson, and the glamour girl from the night before had vanished, leaving just a pink lattice over the white.

he questioned, "You lied to me, didn't you?" he asked in a broken voice, tears were rolling down my cheek looking at him. "How stupid I was..." he chuckled, "I trusted you and gave my everything to you, and you were fucking someone else..." his voice broke, "...behind my back!" he looked up at me with pain in his eyes, He chuckled, "I guess... I broke my own heart loving you," he whispered while lowering his head, I could see tears flowing down his eyes, he kept quiet for a while. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't, "You know..." he said while looking up at me, "...I don't want to live like her," he said, shaking his head while wiping his tears, "I don't... dying every second in your

Brock said as he helped Derrick off the couch and up the stairs. "Her vagina is broken. I just thought I would let you know in the event you thought you might get lucky tonight," Derrick belted over his shoulder and laughed historically like a man gone crazy. "Derrick, my God, seriously. You didn't, never mind," I screamed, blew an angry breath, and groaned.

Every echo of my footsteps bounced back with accusation. I’d told him I’d be lonely. And now, I really was. I curled onto the edge of the bed, phone clutched like a lifeline, trying to blink away the hollow settling in my chest. Then my phone buzzed. I jumped. Snatched it up. “Hello?” Silence. Then—sobbing. Raw. Broken. Like the sound of someone who had finally stopped pretending they were okay. “Evelyn?” I breathed. Her voice cracked like something splintering at the center. “Matt… h-he… Derrick left me.”

The conversation was less new information and more confirmation. Earlier in the day they'd lessened her medication, trying to lure her out of her drug-induced sleep. Dr. Miller said it isn't good to keep her that way. They'd hoped that she'd been unconscious long enough to have missed the severe delirium tremens—the DTs. But as she began to come out of the medicine, she became delirious, hallucinating and shaking. Before they could restrain her again, she attacked herself, scratching at her own skin. It took multiple orderlies, but they stopped her before she tore her face, once again restraining her hands.

“Jack, I’m fucking going mad!” “Control it baby yet,” I was lifted off the desk, my bum cheeks gripped, my hands thrown around his neck as he eased back and smashed into me, delirium was a potent drug and I was reeling quicker than my brain could handle. He was driving deep into me, and fast with laboured breaths. How long was he going to craze me?