Novel & Cerita Not My Mama's Broken Heart

GIVEON JAMESON "Take care son and call us when you get home." My mom said. "I will," I replied. "Make sure to take care of her and be nice." She reminded me. "Seriously mom?" I replied, feeling bored already because I knew what it was that she was doing. She was my mom and also one of those who knew how hard it was for me then to get my heart broken by a girl for the first time. It wasn't like we were ever together but I crushed on her. Everyone except her knew that but somehow she managed to break my heart without accepting me first.

She tried to genuinely sound sympathetic. He smiled. "You're wrong baby girl." He placed one hand on her thigh. "I don't have a heart. I ripped my heart out of my chest and buried it when I heard my mum got another husband, settled with him in Florida, gave birth to twins, and adopted two children. The one person I was secretly waiting for didn't care about my existence, so I stopped caring. I don't care whether your friend is broken to pieces or beaten up to the point of blindness."

Madam Antonio slammed as soon as their wine was served and Monica smirked “You want to know about me? Where should I start from? Was it how I have never felt any love ever since my mother died? Was it how I was treated as an object by my father? Is it how I am still broken beyond repair till now? I really don’t understand where to start from” she responded

"Sick in my heart." The line was quiet. My mother was not a woman who talked easily about feelings. But she knew me. She had raised me alone after my father left. She knew when something was wrong. "Tell me," she said. I told her. Not everything. Not about the virginity I had given him or the nights in his bed or the way my body still ached for him. But I told her about the break. The D. The scholarship. "I failed, Mama." "You failed a class. You did not fail at life."

I don't know what is happening or why I am suddenly feeling this scared. I just wish I could save my heart from breaking into pieces. I walked towards the room, his room and suddenly the painting from the wall of the beautiful woman who is Abram's mother fell, shattering into pieces. I sat and grabbed the broken frame, my eyes blurred with tears as the beautiful picture of my late mother in law broke. My hand scraped against the piece of mirror , and blood gushed out from my palm. This picture is so beaitiful, why does it have to break like this? I looked straight into her enchanting green eyes "don't worry mama, I will fix this".

I think I cannot gasp a breath anymore. “Earnest, are you okay?” her mother asked with a shocked face. I nodded my head, stood up quietly, and left. My heart has been broken, and I don't know what can mend it. The heart is growing fonder.

“My mom killed the love of my life and is walking around, enjoying her freedom, while I suffer in agony! This is not fair! Why wouldn’t I get drunk and have sex with a stranger?” “Because it still won’t heal your broken heart!” My dad’s voice rose a bit, and he gripped the steering wheel. I scoffed and chuckled with humor as I ran my hand through my messy hair. “My heart’s not broken, it was completely shattered,” I mumbled the words as tears built up in my eyes. The headache that I had got even worse but I ignored it. A very loud silence filled the car as my dad made a turn, we were at the mansion. He honked the horn and the automated gates opened after a few seconds.

She'll be literally broken. A cold shiver runs down my spine when I give it a thought. Her heart has been broken a thousand times and I wouldn't want to be the one to break it again. Taking a deep breath, I nod to Jax’s words but I don't miss the subtle curl at the corner of his lips. Asshole! He knows damn well that I wouldn't protest any further if he mentioned my mom and I hate it…

Why was it all fucking blank? “Just give me an answer, Mom. I’m not asking for too much, am I?” He tried again, hoping maybe if he lowered his tone, she would be more reasonable and would not take an offence, again. “But why the hell does it matter?” Melinda shook her head, still glaring. “She left you when you needed her the most? She left you without a fucking word. And you still can’t stop chasing after her? Where the hell is your dignity? Are you even a man?”