Lock Me Up, But Not My Heart Novels & Stories

Everything was planned. I lifted the key toward the lock. Hesitated. Just for a second. Because once I did this… There was no pretending anymore. No denying. This was real. And I was part of it. I pushed the key into the lock. It slid in smoothly. Too smoothly. Like it had always belonged there. My heart started pounding. Loud. Fast. Heavy. I turned it. Click. The sound echoed louder than it should have. Final. I froze. Hand still on the key.

“You don’t want to know who I work for, little bird. But you don’t have to worry about me hurting you, unless you ask me to, of course.” My heart leaps into my throat as I watch him turn, my eyes roaming his broad back as he swings the door open and slams it shut behind him. The lock latching into place echoes in my mind—reminding me I’m still trapped in this godforsaken room with no way of escaping.

Jason asked with furrowed brows, "How did you get all those scars? I made explicit arrangements for them to take good care of you." I snorted. "Jason, I begged you, but you ignored me." When I could no longer take it at the mental asylum, I found a way to steal a phone to call Jason for help. When he heard my voice, he said something to me I could never forget. "Madeline, you're still being naughty even when you're in the asylum. Are you forcing me to lock you up in prison so you'll be good?" There was no difference between locking me up in a prison and a mental asylum.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

Trying to shove one into the lock feels like solving a Rubik's cube with oven mitts on. I don't even hear him move—just feel it. The sudden heat at my back. Then his hand closes over mine. Smooth. Steady. He plucks the keys right out of my grip like I'm some reckless kid who can't be trusted with sharp objects. The metallic click of the lock echoes way too loud, way too easy. My stomach twists. Not just from the liquor—but from him. From the fact that he's here, in my space, still lodged in my fucking heart no matter how many times I tell myself he shouldn't be.

“That alone should tell you how motivated I am tonight.” My cheeks warmed instantly. He placed the small key on my palm and curled my fingers over it. “Open it.” I inserted the key into the heart-shaped padlock and unlocked it while Reign guided my hand toward the bridge rail. Together we hooked it around one of the empty spaces between hundreds of other locks, and when it clicked shut, Reign’s larger hand slid over mine, covering it completely. “This stays here,” he murmured as he pressed the lock firmly into place, “until time and rust destroy the metal.”

My eyebrows shoot up as I jump to my feet. “I will take Melinda to the hospital quickly. I will return. Do not leave this room.” And then he does the unthinkable. He speeds to the door and shuts it. And the lock clicks. I blink at the door. My heart drops. My stomach twists. My breath catches like I swallowed ice. Locked. He locked me. Panic slams into me like a wave. I reach the door, my hands shake instantly. My chest tightens. Not again. Not confinement.

My heart growing heavier until they stop in front of a door and throw me inside. I stumble into the large room with expensive accessories like a bed, etc. I cut my eyes away from the luxury and turn to the face of the door that’s been locked from the outside. I inch close to it and slap my palms on it, words of entreaty leaving my lips. “Please, please, let me out.” Keys snap together, its sounds rattles off the quiet space. Fear clouds me when the men turn away, leaving me locked. It’s only then did I let my tears race down my cheeks.

“I can still hear your thoughts, if you’ve forgotten.” “And I still can’t see you, in case you’ve forgotten.” I retorted. Like the words have been on the tip of my tongue. This time, she sighed and the resignation on her voice pushes me to talk to her. If there is a crack in the card concert we’ll she shielded herself with. I’ll take that tone of her voice to be my leading note. And I’ll find out all I want to know. “There is a reason you’re locked here with me. And you’re not here by choice, so don’t even try to change the topic.” I wiggled my finger in warning.

It was a key with an infrared recognition system, and it could open all the doors in the manor. “Including the door of my heart...” Nathan had said. Crystal remembered that night. He had pressed her hand on his heart and sung to her a love song. All men are liars - she thought bitterly - Liars and pigs! She tried to set aside the hurt in her heart as she unlocked the door and pushed it open.