Not My Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

he coughed. “ Fine, run up an estimate and send the amount to me including your bank details, after that lose my f*cking number." she dropped the call on him. He didn't care though because he was about to get what he wanted. So why bother? " Last Chance by Stephanie My heart aches, Dad, For the things, you won't do. My soul breaks, Dad, For all that we've been through. I fear it's too late, Dad, To mend my broken heart.

His voice as always was seductive. "Cut me the crap!m and tell me why your treating me this way. Why are you making me go through this?" "Well, hun, you don't expect I'd take you in and forget what happened so easily. Your father created a hole in my heart, and so did your mother. So, in order to get it treated, it's only by taking you in. After I must have dealt with you to my satisfaction, then you'll understand what it means to be broken. If you have known, you should have listened to your parents."

“We searched the world for you, Aretha. I cannot tell you how many times your mother and I broke down. What I can tell you is that at some point, I gave up. One day I woke up and just couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted to move on with my life and stop living with the heavy weight of looking for a child that could be anywhere or even dead. “But your mother, that woman bore the weight for both of us, pushing through until we find you. Be careful with her, darling. Your mother is strong, fierce and a lot of things may not be able to break her—” My father pauses, pulling back to catch my gaze. “—but you were her first heartbreak, Aretha. And I beg of you, don’t be what tests how low she can fall.”

These girls seems broken-hearted and now they are singing their as$ out feeling so emotional. “And your mom and your sister and your job,” I sang as well as I lean my head on the glass window of the bus. Not to be rude but I don’t really mean it. I mean, I just came from break up, yes, but I have no reason to hate Tita Ingrid—Elric’s Mom. She is a nice fine lady and knowing her is one of the best part of my life. And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art Fck you and your friends that I'll never see again

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

“I saved her from him starving her. From him hitting her. From him robbing her. From him almost killing her. She needed saving and I so I did.” I was going to wait for another ignorant response from her. I was willing to wait all night, but my phone chimed. I checked the text, hoping Cory found her. Cleaver: Miss Danica requested take her home. She was upset and crying. After texting Danica to come back, I gripped my phone and returned my attention to my mother. “I love you, mom. But you are wrong about my feeling for her. I love her. I want to be with her and I do not care that she isn’t a heiress.”

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

His heart was no longer beating. "We can save him." I cried, not wanting to face the truth, not wanting to admit to myself that if I had just gone with my gut instinct instead of listening to my traitorous heart, Casper would still be here. He would still be alive, laughing and flashing me his contagious smile. "There is so saving him, sweetheart. He's gone. I'm sorry." My mother whispered. A broken sob ripped through my chest. Casper was dead. He was gone forever.

The sad what is, when something comes to an end, then it comes to an end. Mekayla was, well, yes, as her name says, Mekayla. Mekayla that comes with sunshine, that brings a new day. She was the light of my life. I will not lie, even though I tell everyone how mad I am, that I still love her with all my heart. That, loving Mekayla, that will never go away. What heals a broken heart? Let us ask what breaks a broken heart even more? Well, that is not being able to see my children. I should be there in that house with them right now, but the reality is that Mekayla does not want me there.