15 Ways To Fix A Broken Heart

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I was, and still are, weird. Yes, my friends are the craziest people you'll ever meet. And yes, I was proud of that small insignificat fact. I thought he was too. But he wasn't, his type never are. I was played with and then made to be broken. Then I found it, The Book. It healed me, this simple book with 15 ways to fix a broken heart.
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*For the World Book Day App Competition*


10. Cold

I fiddled around with the bloody knives, peeling off some of the blood as Trent uses the bathroom. I put them down after a while and shuffle off his bed and walk around the room. It's not that big, about half the size of his living room. The dark shades cover his windows from the sun, which seems to have already appeared to be up. Mom's going to kill me if she finds out that I'm gone. I sigh, I'll deal with her later. I walk over to Trent's dresser to find the usual, lotion (which smells amazing), combs, cologne (again, smells amazing), and a bright yellow prescription bottle filled with small, white tablets. I shake them around a bit, watching them fall over each other. I hear the click of the light in the bathroom shut off, and quickly put the bottle down.

"Hey, you should probably leave for home now," Trent says after coming back in. "Thanks for being all understanding." I smile at his version of a 'thank you'.

"All I get is a 'Thanks for being all understanding'?" I fake pout. He howls out a laugh.

"Fine. Thank you most best person on the planet Earth for comforting me in my time of need. Better?" he asks sarcastically.I nod and walk out to the living room. He follows me out.

"Much better." I take a quick peak at his fridge, an idea forming in my mind.

"Can I borrow your milk?" I ask. Trent looks at me as if I belong to a mental institute.

"I know that everything I own is superior to yours," he says cockily. I roll my eyes. "But why would you want my milk?"

"Because mom'll want to know why I wasn't in bed when she wakes up. I'll say that I went out to buy milk," I explain. He looks at me quizzically for a second before relenting.

"What's in it for me?" he asks. I groan.

"C'mon, I'll give it back when I'm done. I'll just borrow it for like, five minutes," I plead.

"Fine, but you'll have to meet me after school," he bargains. I check the clock on the wall, if I leave quickly I'll have thirty minutes to get ready and just make it to school. "So, what'd say?"

"Fine, Fine! I'll meet you after school. Just give me the milk!" I shriek. Trent chuckles as he goes to his fridge.

"Sorry, we're out of milk," he laughs. Angers boils in my chest. He played me, after everything that just happened he still plays with me.

"You knew that didn't you! You jerk, you tricked me!" I yell and walk out the door before he can say another word. I storm into my house, only to see the anger face of my mom. My anger dissloves instantly.

"Levi Aubrey Jones! Where in the world have you been?" she yells, spittle collecting at the corners of her mouth. I shrink back a little at the use of my full name. "You're father and I have been nearly scared to death thinking where you've been!"  She takes a deep shuddering breath as her eyes fall on my neck. Her eyes widens. "And how did you possibly get such bad bruises on your neck?" My fingers search my neck, expecting the soft fabric of the scarf covering it, but t's not there.

"You see.." I start to say but trail off. The only explanation is Trent. He's the only reason I'm in this mess. At that exact moment, the front door bursts open.

"Levi! You forgot this at the store," exclaims Trent as he walks up to me. He pulls the door open and walks inside, handing me a green grocery bag. Inside is of course, a bag of milk. As he looks up at mom, a flicker of recognition flashes through his eyes but just like that it's gone again.

"Hello, Mrs.Levi's Mom. I was just dropping off Levi's grocery bag. She forgot it at the store while buying some milk. She's so forgetful like that," he says, thrusting the bag into my hands. I force my lips into a false smile and grudgingly take the bag.

"Thank you Trent! What would I ever do without you," I say through clenched teeth. Everything would be so much simpler if he just gave me the bag in the first place. Mom softens somewhat and rubs her fingers against her temples.

"Thank you, um..."


"Thank you Trent," mom says. He flashes a quick smile again before leaving. He quickly mouthes "You owe me" before leaving.

"I'll talk to you about the bruises later Levi. Just get ready for school." Mom takes a seat  on the couch and rubs her temples. I quickly put the milk in the fridge and smile as I see a note attached to the bag.

"Hope you're happy. I was planning on using this for a milkshake..." it read in Trent's neat printing. I smile as I change and then leave for school, and I have an odd feeling that it has to do something with Trent.


"Hey, Levi," Chris yells from behind me, making me jump. I turn around, my reflexes taking the best of me, and slap him. Not one of those coy slaps that girls use when they flirt, I delivered a bone-crunching, face-reddening slap. A hand flys to my mouth as I see Chris rubbing his face.

"Goodness Levi, you slap like a man," he complains, still rubbibg his face.

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" I ask. I'll take it as a compliment.

"Doesn't matter, it still hurt like hell," he moans. Sia marches up to us and latches herself onto his arm.

"Levi, did you hit him again?" she sighs.

"It was an accident, and he scared me," I defend. Sia reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek. He gathers her up, apparently having forgotten about the slap, and returns the kiss ten times over. I guess the Chris said yes to her yesterday.  I turn away, this was how Lewis and I used to act. A searing pain stabs my chest as I remember all those times. All those fake memories. I think I need to take a another swing at The Book again.

"Must you guys do that here?" I ask as the lunch bell rings. Sia glares at me.

"This is what I had to put up with when you dated Lewis," she says. "By the way, he's looking for you. He's seriously creeping around looking for you." My cheeks flame at that. Why in the world would he be looking for me when he made his opinions on me very vocal as of late? I walk away from Sia and Chris who seem to not have heard the bell. Did Maria not come to school today? Am I Lewis' rebound girl or something? I laugh the last one off, he has almost every girl falling at his feet. Why would he want me?

"Hey there beautiful," a husky voice says from behind me. Lewis' voice. I cringe at the words, they're so cliché. I turn around to face him.

"What do you want?" I ask through gritted teeth. Lewis' hair is tousled by non-existant wind and his smile is lazy. Please don't let me be blushing, I silently beg, please. Out of its own will, my eyes roam around him, taking in his eyes, his mouth, his everything. How can something so bad look so perfect?

"C'mon Levi, don't be like that." He bends low and whispers in my ear. His breath is warm on my skin and against my will, I blush.

Lewis is a dog, he can smell fear. Right now is no exception, he can sense my weakness. He takes me in his arms, his hands finding my face. My knees grow weak. "I know you still love me." My heart literally breaks all over again because it's true. Despite everything, I still love him.

"What about Maria? You think I'd come crawling back after you whisper a few words in my ear? I still haven't forgotten the bet." I hiss, wrenching myself away. He grabs me back as I try to walk away from him. He doesn't hesitate this time, he doesn't wait for me to reject him. He kisses me, slow kisses that made me melt nine months ago. Memories flood back, choking me with their false sweetness, and before I know it I'm kissing him back. His hands pull my body against his as I run my fingers through his hair. This is so wrong, I think to myself, this is all wrong. But I don't stop. I hear the clip-clop of shoes against the floor (who knows how long they've been standing there) and I finally pull apart. The footsteps increase as Lewis brings me back to him to break my heart all over again.

"I told you that you love me," Lewis gloats as he brings his face closer to mine again.

"L-Levi?" someone asks from behind me. Why does everyone have to say things from behind me? Lewis breaks apart first to face to person.

"Go away, you can't take her," he laughs. I turn around too, hoping to see who he's talking to. I really wish I hadn't. Standing there looking so hurt isTrent. He looks at me and that fire, that same fire that nearly killed me last time I saw it is in his eyes again.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Levi?" he roars, yanking me from Lewis. I look up at him, not trusting my voice with words. "You're coming with me Levi." And with that he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. I stay perfectly still, numb to the bone, my mind turning into sludge.

"Woah there Trent. I don't think she wanted to leave," Lewis spits out. Trent walks back up to him and over his shoulder I can see what's happening.

"Oh yeah, Lewis? I don't think so." And with that Trent knocks Lewis out cold.





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