Heartbreak Lover (Broken Hearts Academy #2) - C.R. Jane Page 0,83

by a trooper who evidently was friends with Gentry’s family. I was dragged kicking and screaming back home where Gentry was waiting, furious and ready to make me pay. Every semblance of the man that I had thought I was marrying was gone.

I had $5,000 to my name when I met him. I’d gotten it from selling the trailer that I inherited when my parents died in a car crash after one of their drunken nights out on the town. Gentry had convinced me that I should put it in our “joint account” right after we got married and stupidly, I had agreed to do it. I never got access to that account. Gentry stole my money, he stole my self-esteem. No, he didn’t steal it, he chipped away at it and just when I thought I’d crumble, he kissed me and cried over me and told me he’d die without me.

I tried to get away several more times, by bus, on foot, I even went to the police to try and report him. But the Mayfield’s had everyone in this state in their pocket, and nothing I said or did worked. I eventually stopped trying. It had taken me a year of not running away to get my car back and to be able to do things other than stay home, locked in our bedroom, while Gentry was at work.

Gentry stood up from the table, bringing me back to the present. A random song lyric floated through my mind about how the devil wears a pretty face, it certainly fit Gentry Mayfield.

“I’m heading to the office for the rest of the day. What are your plans?” he asks, as if I had a choice in what my plans were.

“Just finishing things around the house and going to the store to get a few ingredients for dinner,” I tell him, waving a falsely cheerful goodbye to Gentry’s parents as he walks me out of the dining area towards the valet stand. We stop by the exit and he pulls me towards him, stroking the side of my face that I’ve painted with makeup to hide the bruise he gave me the night before. My eyes flutter from the rush of pain but Gentry somehow mistakes it as the good kind of reaction to his touch. He leans in for a kiss.

“You’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, sealing his lips over mine in a way that both cuts off my air supply and makes me want to wretch all at once. I hold still, knowing that it will enrage him that I don’t do anything in response to his kiss, but not having it in me to fake more than I already have for the day. He pulls back and searches my eyes for something, I’m not sure what. He must not find it because his own eyes darken, and his grip on my arms suddenly tightens to a point that wouldn’t look like anything to a club passerby, but that will inevitably leave bruises on my too pale skin.

He leans in and brushes his lips against my ear. “You’re never going to get away from me, so when are you going to just give in?” he spits out harshly. I say nothing, just stare at him stonily. I can see the storm building in his eyes.

“Don’t bother with dinner, I’ll be home late,” he says, striding away without a second glance, probably to go find Wendy and make plans to fuck her after he leaves the office, or maybe it will be at the office knowing him.

I wearily make my way through the doors to the valet stand and patiently wait for my keys. It’s a different kid this time and I’m grateful he doesn’t try to flirt with me.

On my way back from the country club I find myself taking the long way back to the house, the way that takes me by the trailer park where I grew up. I park by the office trailer and find myself walking to the field behind the rows of homes. Looking at the trash riddled ground, I gingerly walk through the mud, flecks of it hitting the formerly pristine white fabric of my shoes. I walk until I get to an abandoned fire pit that doesn’t look like it’s been used for quite a while. For probably five years to be exact.

I sit on a turned over trash barrel until the sun sits precariously low in the sky and I know that I’m playing with fire if I dare to stay any longer. I then get up and walk back to my car, passing by the trailer I once lived in. It’s funny that after everything that has happened, at the moment I would give anything to be back in that trailer again.

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About C.R. Jane

A Texas girl living in Utah now, I'm a wife, mother, lawyer, and now author. My stories have been floating around in my head for years, and it has been a relief to finally get them down on paper. I’m a huge Dallas Cowboys fan and I primarily listen to Beyonce and Taylor Swift…don’t lie and say you don’t too.

My love of reading started probably when I was three and with a faster than normal ability to read, I’ve devoured hundreds of thousands of books in my life. It only made sense that I would start to create my own worlds since I was always getting lost in others’. I like heroines who have to grow in order to become badasses, happy endings, and swoon-worthy, devoted, (and hot) male characters. If this sounds like you, I’m pretty sure we’ll be friends. I’m so glad to have you on my team…check out the links below for ways to hang out with me and more of my books you can read!

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