Pieces of Me by Pua Ramona (small books to read txt) 📕

her to understand that I am willing to give my life to save hers, because she fucking deserves a life full of unconditional true love.  I want to take the pain away from her, I want her to know that she is my life. If she’s going to hurt, then we’re going to hurt together.

I promise myself that I’ll find the motherfucker who did this to her and I’m going to make sure he wishes that he had never laid his fucking hands on her.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Sina

8 years ago….

A piece of me died when I saw Michael making love to Becca, my best friend in our bed. They had been so consumed with each other that they hadn’t even realized that I was standing there. I couldn’t find my voice or my words. I tried screaming, but the ache that I was feeling in my heart made it harder for me to do anything. “I love you” whispered Michael. And that was the push that my feet needed in order for me to move. I felt the tears running down my face, but I kept walking through the house grabbing the little things that I needed. Like the little box where I kept all my important documents. My passport, social security card, and birth certificate. I walked out of the house that became my second home, away from my parents. I got in my car and I drove away without looking back. I drove to one of the parks that was close by and I cried. How could he do this to me? How long have they been sleeping together? Was Becca the reason why he started coming home late? Late night text messages and phone calls? The signs were right in front of my face and I didn’t even know. Is that why Becca stopped coming over, because he was going to her place after work? I had so many questions and my thoughts were everywhere. I knew I was hurting, but what hurt the most is that they were the two people I trusted with my secrets and my life and they betrayed me in the worst way possible. How did I not know this was going on? I reached for my purse because I needed my phone, but instead I pulled my ultrasound photo out instead. I cried. My baby. I was having a baby, alone. Yes, I could have told him, but after seeing them together telling him was the last thing on my to do list. I held my little jelly bean’s photo and cried. I don’t know how long I sat there for before my phone started buzzing. I checked it and my heart cracked some more.

5:00pm-Mikey: Where are you? You’ve been gone for four hours.

5:30pm-Mikey: Call me.

6:00pm-Mikey: Baby, I’m starting to get worried. Call me please.

6:45pm-Mikey: Are you at your parents? Come home, I miss you.

It was four almost five hours since I left the house, and he’d only just decided to text me. I hated that he could cheat on me and not feel bad at all. I hated that he was texting me as if he wasn’t doing anything wrong. I hated that he could think that I was stupid, and that I wasn’t going to find out. Fucking asshole. I deleted his messages then I called Mama. She didn’t pick up so I text her instead. 

Me: Hey Mama! Is it okay if I spent the night at the house?

Mama: That’s fine sweetie. Do you have your key?

Me: Yeah. Is anyone home?

Mama: No. Your brothers are out for the rest of the night, and I’m with Auntie Claire. Do you need me to come home, or do you want to meet us?

Me: It’s okay. I had a long day, so I’m just going to go home and sleep.

Mama: Mikey working late again?

Me: Yeah.

Mama: Okay sweetie. There’s leftovers that you can warm up. Have a good night Sina. Love you.

Me: Thanks Mama, love you too!

I took a deep breath then wiped the rest of my tears off my face. My phone started ringing. It was him. I pressed ignore and I drove to my parent’s house. I was happy that it would be just me there, because I don’t think I could have answered any questions if Luka, Daniel, or Micah started questioning why I was there in the first place. They would probably want to know why I was crying and who made me cry. It took me about fifteen minutes to get to my parent’s house. I parked my car and my phone rang again. I ignored it and it buzzed with a text instead.

Mikey: How dare you think it’s okay to be gone for hours and not check in with me. How would you feel if I was doing it to you? Answer you damn phone, or call me back now. 

I was too tired and angry to talk to him so I turned my phone off and tossed it back in my purse. I got out of my car and made sure that the house key was on my key ring. I locked my door and walked inside the house. I wasn’t hungry, so I made sure to lock the door and went upstairs to my old room. I still had clothes here so I took a shower before I got into bed. It never bothered me when I was at home alone, but for some reason this time it felt off. I knew the door was locked, but I could feel someone watching me. I was probably just paranoid from being overly exhausted. I got out of bed to see if the guys were home, but the house was still empty. I must be extremely tired if I’m being this paranoid. I double checked the doors and windows again then I went back upstairs to my room. It didn’t take me long to fall asleep. I woke up a