Not My Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The room snaps back and the bleach smell hits me again. My mom is still talking. “Dana, listen to me. You have to fight this. You have to–” “How, mom?” My voice is low and controlled, but if paid attention to… it's breaking. That’s Dana for you. I don’t scream, I catalog. “I have no lawyer, no money, no studio, no house and the one person who has done all this… He’s roaming around free. Mateo. My mom's eyes widen. “Mateo? Mateo Tovar? Dana, is he–”

The moment those words left my mouth, the room fell silent. For a split second, Mom's expression froze, and then tears began rolling down her cheeks. “It’s because your father and I are useless… We just wanted to earn some extra money and take some pressure off you. We never thought we’d get scammed…” Normally, I would have rushed to comfort her. However, for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about the Reddit post I’d read earlier that day. “Mom, how much do you owe?”

I was moving because my mother deserved happiness. When Dad died, I was eleven years old, mom was absolutely devastated. Dad was theor years afterward it had been just the two of us. Mom struggled to raise me alone and try to survive. There had been nights when my mother skipped dinner because she claimed she wasn’t hungry. Years later, I realized she simply couldn’t afford enough food for both of us. She had sacrificed everything.

Pity was all I could name for my heartsickness for Aury. I turned to stare at her with all the apathy I could pour into my eyes, "I think you never heard me yelling, I'm not her pet," I averted away my eyes. Pain ripped the fragile walls of my heart but I had to pretend I had grown frigid. That's the thing that could save me from insanity around me. She scoffed, rolling her eyes off me. "As if anybody cares here," She reminded me. That.

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

"I want my sweet little angel back, Rina. Please get her back for me." Her lips spread into what I took as a sad smile. Giving a nod, she left the room. I stared at the door long afterwards. A complete emotion-wreck. I never knew a broken heart hurt this much. Worse than the pain my wisdom tooth had caused me. I fell to the ground, getting hit over and over again by Mammà's tiny, frightened voice. I need my sweet little angel back. "I'm sorry, Mammà. She's…dead."

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

' my father says to my mother and I could see she was disappointed in me, she looked at me and shook her head at me then went to my father's side. Ruby then went and hugged then, I had even forgotten that Ruby was here the whole time. My heart was beating so fast did I really make the right choice? **The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever. - Carrol Bryant**

Every possible way he could reach me, I cut it all off in one go. 12 years of love and desperate efforts to please him were completely wiped out at that moment. Back in the hospital room, I dug through my suitcase for the ebony cross Mom had left me. Once found, I fastened it around my neck. … At 3:00 pm, Marco Fabbri pushed open the door and entered. He had been one of Mom's most loyal subordinates back in the day and had kept a quiet watch over me all these years. Whenever Elena tormented me or the family pushed me aside, he would somehow find a way to offer a helping hand in secret.

Just who's the heartless one here? Off to the side, Phillip hovered uncertainly, not sure whether to leave or not. He settled for glaring at me as though I were out to get him. After all, when Melinda passed away, Yelena had been busy vacationing with him overseas, and she had even hung up on me when I tried to tell her about the sad news, all because of him. Upon returning to the country, Yelena became occupied with arranging his future, which meant she didn't return home yet. That was why she still hadn't realized that her mother was gone.