Healing my Heart: Book 2 - My Heart Series Read Online Free Page B

hours ago we had a fight? I need time, space, the smothering I was talking about earlier, you are still doing it,” I add feeling frustrated and like I’m talking to a brick wall.
    “How can you complain about apologising and giving you flowers?” Dylan asks me and I am kind of dumb founded that he is so clueless.
    “Are you serious can’t you see how over the top you are being? You really need to leave, just go home and give me a free night, I have a headache and you are making it so much worse,” I tell him deciding to play it down a little so he doesn’t overact and do something silly. I grab his hand and squeeze it showing him affection, knowing it will help him relax and hopefully leave. He leans into kiss me so I let him, then he cuddles into me.
    “ Okay Roxy I’ll go, it’s been a crazy day. I’m sorry I am stressed about work, they are laying workers off and I am worried I might be next. Have a bath and a glass of wine, I’ll text you later. See you tomorrow okay?” he asks waiting for my response.
    “ Absolutely, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say to him unsure whether I do want to see him tomorrow or ever again for that matter, but whatever works right now. He leans in for another kiss.
    “ Bye Roxy,” he tells me and walks towards the door.
    “ Bye Dylan,” I say back smiling to him but feeling sick to my stomach.
    He walks out of the door and I close it behind him, quickly locking it feeling relieved that he has gone. Now I can figure out what the fuck I am going to do about this man I thought I knew.

    After a long hot soak in the bath I’m feeling better, still confused but at least I’m relaxed and not so worked up.
    I dress in my track pants and sweatshirt when I notice my wardrobe has become a mess! I guess when you are in a relationship it ’s not until you get the much needed ‘me’ time you realise how everything else is neglected. Cleaning out my cupboards, perfect therapy! I think to myself.
    I find when I ’m in a crappy mood three things always help.
    1-      Chocolate
    2-      Shopping
    3-      Cleaning
    No wait I need a fourth
    4-     Wine!!!!!
    I go hunting in the kitchen and thank god I find a mars bar, half bottle of wine, and a cloth to wipe the dust away that has accumulated in my room. I start making a pile of a couple tops I haven ’t worn in the last twelve months and decided the St. Vincent de Pauls would benefit from these items, perfect idea so I grab a bag and start to pack them in.
    “ Meow.” I hear Foxy and wonder where she has been, probably on Jemma’s bed getting the afternoon sun.
    “ Foxy girl, I’m in here angel,” I call out to her and she comes bolting into my room and onto my bed. I scoop her into my arms for a snuggle. Oh how I love this cat. She starts to purr so loudly showing me how much she loves me too.
    “I love you Foxy, do you know that?”
    I still remember the day Kade gave her to me; I heard her meow before I could open the box.
    It really is very ironic how much she means to me… Symbolic perhaps for other feelings…
    I pop her on the bed and keep on with my cupboards, a few stray hair bands, make up, and perfumes need straightening up and a wipe down.
    I can’t help but giggle to myself when I find the hideous perfume from Kade. Oh my god was he kidding getting me this vile smelling perfume.
    I could never bring myself to throw it out. I smell the bottle, oh it really is terrible, and to think he was just trying to be sweet.
    I wish he could have picked it himself.
    Thinking back to Emma and all the drama, life was never easy but love conquers all and we definitely had that.
    Love is definitely a mixture of feelings.
Joy and happiness, create an intense blanket of warmth stirred in with the passion we had for
    each other and the fire we couldn ’t contain.
    I remember those feelings and long for them again.
I also remember the heart ache, pain, feeling of being broken, hollow, empty, gutted, destroyed, and