My Unforgivable Mate novel Chapter 63

My forgetful ass forgot my keys and I turn to go retrieve them. "I got it." Tomas stops me and I nod going to my car. My name is called and unwilling I turn back to it. "Get in Nadia," Tomas towers over me in my way. "I'll take you home."

I nod getting it, fighting Nia, she wants me to go back. She's begging me to go back and my body has sided with her, my subconscious however knows, and my heart knows better too.

Keeping my eyes on my shoes, I constantly have to remind myself not to fall part, not yet. The second I step back home my feet rush me to my dads office where he seems to be stuck in a book. His eyes find mine and I completely lose it.

I drop to my knees letting me sobs echo around the room, my father takes me into his arms but his attempts to sooth me only make me weep harder.

"Nadia?" The worry in Tili's voice rings in my ears. "Dad what's wrong?"

"Just, give her a second."

"Did something happen?" Bailey asks.

"She didn't-she never said much.." Tomas lies, the question was probably directed to him.

"Leave, everyone." My father doesn't have to repeat himself as feet start to distance themselves on their own. "Take your time," he hushed me as the dull ache in my chest beats in time with my heart.

With not appetite all I do is shed tears before I knock out. I spent my Monday in tears, no one knows how much I really cried, I don't even know how much I really cried.

I can't seem to escape the feeling, the pain my heart is constantly in, when I wake up for school my body won't move. My eyes are swollen shut and I let out a shaky breath. I don't want to attend today.

I haven't woken up by myself in so long it feels so strange, it feels strange to have a body to hug while I'm still stuck in my trance of sleep, to not be able to wake up and feel the safety of his breathing and his arm around me to keep me in place.

It's a routine I have to follow. I don't go to school for that week, hell I don't even do anything for that week, all my movements consist of bathroom breaks and showers. I wake up, miss him, cry about missing him, shower to cry more, continue to cry remember he cheated, get mad and pretend to scream at him before crying some more.