Painting A Lost Heart novel Chapter 2

"Pardon me?" How silly of me. I heard her. But somewhere in my heart, I wished for her to take back what she had said and claim that it was a prank.

Oh, that must be it.

Although I was breaking internally because of this horrible joke, I managed to crack a smile. "Come on. Is this a prank? Seriously? On my birthday?"

Instead of an answer, Noreen just shook her head while her tears continued to flow down her face. "Em, I swear it was just a one-time thing and I think the condom broke and-"

"Please, tell me this is just a prank." I continued.

"Brandon and I are constantly fighting and Jack gives me comfort and... and I felt comfortable around him. I'm really sorry." Noreen's voice was low yet I could hear other students chatter behind me.

Jack and Noreen? Since when? Of all the guys she could find comfort with, she chose Jack. She knew how much I loved him.

"I need your help Em. He doesn't want to take responsibility. He loves you and we made a mistake but please! I don't want to raise the child alone," Noreen pled some more, her voice trying very hard to keep it low but the students around us were curiously glancing at us.

I couldn't breathe. There was too much happening, too much information for me to process. I wanted to call her a lot of mean names, but my brain couldn't function.

In my head, I was screaming at her but in reality, I just wanted to get the hell out and pretend none of this ever happened. I gathered my stuff as quickly as possible and left the cafeteria in a rush and pain I couldn't fathom. I bumped a few people on the way but I didn't give a damn.

What was I supposed to do? I loved Jack too that I could see myself in the future with him. I didn't want anybody else to have him!

My head was about to burst from thinking of the most logical way to end my misery.

I blinked at the white canvas resting in front of me, unsure of how to start a project where I was supposed to paint my feelings. Right now, my blood was boiling that every thought of Noreen and Jack was enough to make me throw a fit.

It was already past seven, the sun had turned bright red orange. My phone was ringing nonstop since past five. It was all from Jack and Noreen. The bad news Noreen had told me made my heart and feelings for Jack callous as if we never had a relationship.

How easy it was for them to betray their significant other.

My chest hurt when I thought of Jack; his promise to be with me; to marry me someday.

His face, his tender, loving expression while he ran his dirty hands on Noreen- it was all in my mind and I needed an outlet.

I continued to smack his chest as I let the tears fall. "How dare you! You lied to my face, you, asshole! Shit! I hate you! I hate you so much, Jack! Why didn't you just shoot me in the head, huh? It's less painful that way!"

Finally, I felt Jack's grip loosened but the rage I bottled up didn't let me rest-I went on and slapped his face, his arm, his chest and called him names until I was satisfied.

I didn't care, but he just let me hit him until I felt like I had enough.

Then, I finally dropped to the floor, crying like I had never cried before. I was wailing, screaming all the pain. Then Jack wrapped his arm around me.

"I need you, Em. Please, don't leave me." Jack muzzled on my neck. His breathing was quick and hot under my skin.

Why didn't I protest? This was not like our other fights where he could just send me chocolates and flowers then we were fine.

"Em, I don't want to be with her. I want you in my life. I made a mistake and I'll fix it," he continued.

I shook my head and pushed him back with all my might. "No, Jack. Get out." I said as I pushed him back with all my might. He needed to understand the weight of his responsibility- even though it felt like hitting ourselves with a million bricks.