The Stages of a Broken Heart

23 year old Chelsea Maters is still in shock after her boyfriend for 5 years broke up with her on their 5th anniversary. Depressed and hurt, she moves out of town and lives with her older brother. There she meets a man who'll help her go through the stages of a broken heart. And slowly, without her full consent, she finds her self falling for that guy.... Is she ready to love again? Is she willing to take the risk? Will she live happily ever after or once again, suffer the pain of a broken-heart??


9. 2.4 Locked Up Part Two

*Filler chapter. I promise next update would be better. I promise.*

“What could be worse than this??” Javier complained for the hundredth time.


I’m starting to get annoyed by him but well, what can I do? We’re locked up inside an eight foot square butcher shop with nothing but our clothes and each other.


“Seriously? It stinks a lot here. Like, a lot lot lot.”


“You know what’s worse than this? Being locked up in a butcher shop with an immature, annoying and conceited psychologist who keeps on complaining and complaining. Like hell. That’s the perfect nightmare.” I finally said.


“Shut up, you love me.” He said.


“See? You always prove my point.” I said to him again.


Then silence…


“Who were those girls anyways?” I asked him.


“They were my exes.” He simply said.


“You’re exes know each other? Interesting.” I said whilst nodding my head.


“Well, they’re sisters so that’s given but yeah.. all my exes know each other. I believe they made a club for me. It’s called the ‘we hate Javi club.’” He informed me.


“That is…. Interesting.” I told him as I chuckled.


“Of course not. It annoys me. They claim to hate me but when they see me during their club meets outside my condo, they are all over me.” Javier said to me.


“I am not really sure but I think that there’s a hint of cockiness in that statement.” I told him, seriously trying to figure it out.


“Yeah, I admit there kinda is. I like it when girls like me.”


“Have anybody ever told you how much of a jerk you are?” I told him with a very straight face.


“Yeah. You, and you’re brother and you and my uncle and you and my mom. So, not much.” He said.


“The people you are closest with are the most honest people in the face of the world right now.”


I’m a jerk, yes, and a handsome one. Haha!!” he said proudly in a childish manner.


“If I survive tonight, I will be the person with the most patience ever.” I said. “Then I’d join Guinness.”


“If ever you do make it in the list, I want credits and special mention.”


“And why would I do that?” I asked him amused.


“Because, I want to.”


“And I don’t.”


We spent the next few, hours I guess just talking about our past and our childhood. He was very careful not to mention HIM to me.


“Yeah, that was the most embarrassing night ever.” He said as he finished telling me one of his high school drunk day’s stories.


“I—m sorry. *laughs* I just couldn’t. hahahahah!!!” I couldn’t stop laughing. It is totally funny to hear but if you are the one telling the story, it would be embarrassing.


“I’m thinking it was a mistake telling you that story.” He said.


I kept laughing and laughing. I think he’s annoyed.


“If you don’t stop, I’ll kiss you.”


But I didn't take it seriously. So I kept laughing out loud.


Then, he kissed me. It wasn't just a quick kiss, it was more… Then I pushed him away.


“I’m sorry.” He told me.


“No it’s okay. Just..don’t talk about it.” I said.


“I’m sorry I-“


“Just… Don’t”


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