Lock Me Up, But Not My Heart Novels & Stories

I have to do it. I stomp upstairs, my heart beat dropping as quickly it rises up, I close my eyes before walking to his room. I have to do it is the only things I know and I must do it, for him, for his peace of mind, for our, for our beautiful future. I stand before his room, my heart in my mouth, trying to find i’s way out, I gasp, I sigh, my hand on the latch, I twist it. “Huh?” it’s confusing, it’s locked. Why is it locked? “Mr. Alaric?” I call his name out, he likes being alone and locked in a small room?

I locked the door with my hand on my chest calming my heart. What happened just now? *****

He left me all alone. Thanks to my budding anger, I was able to get up in quick succession. When my planted feet didn't give way to some dizzy spells, I gave a mini victory dance in my head. Slowly, I passed towards the door, maybe if I had known what was in store for me, I wouldn't have been too excited. “No.” I felt my heart break into a million pieces as I pulled at the door knob just to find it locked. “No, no, no.” Mike was heartless, and this was all the confirmation I needed. It was bad enough that he had given me an overdose and now, he had the guts to still lock me in.

I forward the notification screenshot to Miles and Carver first, hands moving on instinct now, like fear has trained me into procedure. Then I open the message. A photo loads. My locker door, open. My nameplate visible. Inside, where my scalpel handle used to sit, there is now a single sticky note. Written in dark ink: YOU CAN’T LOCK ME OUT. Under it, in the photo, a gloved hand holds something just out of focus, metal catching light. My engraved handle. My throat tightens so hard it hurts. The next message arrives before I can breathe. I’LL BRING IT BACK WHEN YOU COME ALONE.

Let them know I’m not breaking. I checked the locks three times. Not out of fear. Out of promise. I’m still here. They’re still safe. And as long as that’s true, I’ll keep fighting. Even if it costs me everything. I whispered to my belly tonight: “You’re real. You’re mine. And no contract can change that.” Nate kicked. Leo rolled. And for the first time, I believed it too. But then the knock came. Not soft. Not polite. Three hard raps that shook the door in its frame.

“That doesn't justify what you did. No matter how many times you tell me that you had my interest at Heart what you did was wrong. I should be the one who will get to decide, and not you deciding for me, not you locking me up as if I am some child who was being grounded by his parents” Staring at me for a moment and not saying a word, he exhaled. “ You are right, I shouldn't have done that at all, and I'm sorry but I'm not sorry for locking you up because I know you are very stubborn, you would have wanted to come along. you won't even mind hiding in the trunk of the car and so I had to make sure that doesn't happen as well”

Startled I looked at the intruder, my heart skipping when I realized I had not locked the damn door. How stupid can I be!? I swallowed and scurried to my feet, ready to scream bloody murder when his voice reached my ears. "I'm starting to think dark rooms are our thing, flower." The lock clicks in place and my heart began to beat impossibly fast.

With my refusal to be owned. We stood like that. Bodies pressed close. Hearts beating in sync. The lockdown still waited outside the room. The threats still lingered. But right here, in this moment, we had something solid. Something real.

straight out to finish their orders and get out of there. "Oh, I see. My choice is hot chocolate. In agreement, he grinned widely. Nevertheless, I did my best to disregard his actions. But my heart was the one that let me down. The heart was beating at an irregular rate. I felt like I was about to die from a heart attack. "Ayah, I'd like the American breakfast with bacon, an egg with the sunny side up, watermelon, and coffee." I got up from the table after noting the order on my order slip. The moment I got the order slip, I gave it to the cooks. Our two dashing guests were brought coffee and hot chocolate, which I had prepared earlier. "Hello again, gentlemen. Your coffee is ready, and I h

Marta, with her wide smile, knocked on the door of her crush's office. But don't get it wrong, her heart was waving the flag of defeat, even though she wouldn't admit it. She hadn't lost, not really. She just kept facing rejection. It happened so often that she had memorized that Thomas's smile was mostly a facade. Thomas only ate lunch with Marta when there were other colleagues around.