Ripped My Heart Out Novels & Stories

And then came the sound Rip. A tear so sharp, so final, it cut through the air louder than my gasp. Louder than the frantic thudding of my own heart. The lace was gone, shredded between his fists. And with it, the lie I’d been clinging to that I could keep us wrapped in almosts and nevers. That sound split me open. Half of me wanted to cry, to shove him away, to mourn the fragile barrier that had been torn apart. But the other half, oh God, the other half wanted to burn alive in the fire he lit in me.

But it has died out now, so quit acting like that. He shrugged "Okay, I am sorry if I have annoyed you. I was just angry at myself for causing you this pain. I don't know why, but I could feel anger rising within me these few days. It hurts, it's like a burning larva, which turns everything in me into stone. But that is not what I want. I don't want my heart to be as hard as stone. I want my heart to be filled with love and passion, just like yours." he said meekly.

Shit, probably for another eight years at that. Great. I sigh recalling the shit I went through that night and the long months to follow. It felt like someone ripped my fucking heart out, I swear actually getting my heart ripped out would have been less painful. I tried being in their lives the best way I could but it was clearly not enough. I felt completely hopeless, broken even. She's the first woman I ever truly and deeply loved, the first woman I trusted completely, someone I would jump in front of motherfucking bullet for, a woman who had our baby growing inside her. Just like almost everything good in my life, it was ripped away from me.

My arms were held wide open. “Take your best shot!” I roared, my chest open for any. They could try take my heart out, oohhh, the pain I craved. They ran so fast, like wasps knitting their pulp. I heard the buzzing, feeling teeth sink all over my body. The pain was unimaginable, I had felt worse but still, I had to appreciate the art. They sank deep into my bone. I felt their sharp nailed hands dig into my chest, trying to pry my heart out and all I could do was laugh with blood pouring through my mouth.

Ella grabbed her hand to ask her to not get worried about anything. Jack was walking outside of my room. The doctor was in the room and when the doctor went out and told them that I had a minor heart attack. Everyone was shocked and Bella started crying badly. It happened for the very first time when I got heart pain and Jack, who never even cried on his bad days, was also crying. He insisted to the doctor that he wanted to meet me but I was in the ICU so the doctor didn't allow anyone to meet me. We were handling Bella badly because she was crying and didn't listen to anyone and suddenly her blood pressure got low and she got unconscious.

"NO! NO! THEO!" I thrashed violently on the floor, trying to rip myself away from Jeremy's embrace, clawing desperately at my own chest. I dug my fingernails deep into the skin over my heart, tearing at the fabric of the hospital gown because the pain inside me was burning me alive. I wanted to rip my own ribs open just to get the heartbreak out. He was gone. My beautiful, fragile baby was gone.

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

Rosie's pictures filled the screen, making her heart race with anxiety. She scrolled through the photos, her eyes scanning frantically for any sign of herself or their daughter, but there were none. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks; Archie had purged their photos from his phone. "Has Archie deleted all our pictures?" She whispered, her voice barely audible. She scrolled to the last photo, and her heart shattered into pieces. It was another picture of Rosie. "Oh, no!" She screamed, slamming the phone to the floor in a fit of rage and despair.

Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel. The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?" My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding." When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm. Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

I ran like the woods themselves were trying to swallow me whole. Branches tore at the delicate white fabric of my mating dress, ripping tiny holes that mirrored the ones now shredded through my heart. Tears streamed down my face, hot and relentless, blurring the path ahead until I could barely see where I was going. My chest heaved with ugly, broken sobs that echoed between the trees.