Read Online Fractured Hearts (Shattered Lives, Book Three) by Rissa Blakeley - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Rissa Blakeley
Ads: Link
with you.”
From the crack in her voice, she was fighting her emotions as much as I was. The blanket, wet from my sweat, was peeled back from my body. A rush of cold hit me, sending an uncontrollable shiver coursing through my body. Then a wet cloth touched my skin, circling around my neck and upper back.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to her.
“What, lover?” she asked, leaning down and trying to hear my muffled voice.
“I’m sorry…,” I said louder. “I’m so sorry.” Then I shattered, the sobs tearing out of my throat. “Elaina…” My whole body quaked.
“Shh… We’ll get through this.” Her voice shook. “You and me.”
Her words seemed unsure. I needed her to find more strength. It was all we had left.
“If you need anything, come and get me,” Quinn murmured as she walked out the door.
As soon as she closed it, Elaina held me. I continued to cry, “I’m so sorry I did this to us. It’s me. I’m sorry.”
“Henry…” I nuzzled my face into her abdomen. After lifting my arm and wrapping it around her waist, she murmured, “It’s going to be okay.”
“Just hold me. My body hurts so badly,” I cried as tremor after tremor tormented my diseased body. “Don’t leave me. I beg you.”
“Lover, I’m right here for you. I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice hitched as she fought not to cry. That was the last thing I needed. She had to be strong, but I sucked the life right out of her, leaving her just as barren as me.
She continued to wipe the sweat that seemed to be an endless leak from my pores. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
“Let me see your eyes.” Tipping my head back, Elaina pulled open one eyelid. “You need another fix?” I nodded. “Let me go get someone to hook me up.”
I hesitated, then allowed her to help me back to the pillow. When she left the bed, I felt alone in every way possible, fearful she wouldn’t come back. If I lost Elaina, I was done with it all. Giving up and letting it all go would be the only answer.
One bullet and one pull of the trigger was all it would take. No longer would I be a burden, and the pain would no longer haunt me. The world would be better off without me running through it. The more I thought about it, the more the temptation grew.
Chapter 6
Over the course of the next couple days and nights, Henry slept on and off. Every time Elaina checked on him, he seemed to be sweating more and more. He wasn’t sleeping peacefully, either. Then again, he never had a peaceful slumber before the detox.
Knowing most, if not all, of his issues had been caused by Roger and his program, an angry fuse ignited in Elaina’s gut. When Henry started mumbling, she leaned in close, trying to figure out what he was saying. She could only make out one word, and he was repeating it over and over. “Mum.” Elaina’s heart broke.
For most of his life, he believed his mother to be dead—brutally murdered in front of him. But after Kellan’s untimely appearance at Elaina’s family home, Henry wanted to see if she was alive like Kellan had said. Gunther was clueless when Henry asked him. Supposedly, she was the guardian of Sophie’s kids and he wanted to find them and raise them, if possible. Somehow, some way, he was going to get back to England and find out the answers for himself.
His body shivered as he cried out, “No! Please, stop!”
Elaina figured he was having another nightmare about his mother’s death. The anguish in his cries tore through her and she wanted to make him feel better. Slipping under the covers to hold him, she tried her hardest to comfort him in his restless state.
While rubbing her thumb on his stubbly cheek, Henry’s body constricted and he yelled out, as if he was experiencing intense pain. She hushed him and stroked his arm, fighting the tears building in her eyes.
This was killing Elaina. He had been such a chore with all of his drunkenness, but she couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. Her tears
From the crack in her voice, she was fighting her emotions as much as I was. The blanket, wet from my sweat, was peeled back from my body. A rush of cold hit me, sending an uncontrollable shiver coursing through my body. Then a wet cloth touched my skin, circling around my neck and upper back.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to her.
“What, lover?” she asked, leaning down and trying to hear my muffled voice.
“I’m sorry…,” I said louder. “I’m so sorry.” Then I shattered, the sobs tearing out of my throat. “Elaina…” My whole body quaked.
“Shh… We’ll get through this.” Her voice shook. “You and me.”
Her words seemed unsure. I needed her to find more strength. It was all we had left.
“If you need anything, come and get me,” Quinn murmured as she walked out the door.
As soon as she closed it, Elaina held me. I continued to cry, “I’m so sorry I did this to us. It’s me. I’m sorry.”
“Henry…” I nuzzled my face into her abdomen. After lifting my arm and wrapping it around her waist, she murmured, “It’s going to be okay.”
“Just hold me. My body hurts so badly,” I cried as tremor after tremor tormented my diseased body. “Don’t leave me. I beg you.”
“Lover, I’m right here for you. I’m not going anywhere.” Her voice hitched as she fought not to cry. That was the last thing I needed. She had to be strong, but I sucked the life right out of her, leaving her just as barren as me.
She continued to wipe the sweat that seemed to be an endless leak from my pores. “I’m sorry,” I said again.
“Let me see your eyes.” Tipping my head back, Elaina pulled open one eyelid. “You need another fix?” I nodded. “Let me go get someone to hook me up.”
I hesitated, then allowed her to help me back to the pillow. When she left the bed, I felt alone in every way possible, fearful she wouldn’t come back. If I lost Elaina, I was done with it all. Giving up and letting it all go would be the only answer.
One bullet and one pull of the trigger was all it would take. No longer would I be a burden, and the pain would no longer haunt me. The world would be better off without me running through it. The more I thought about it, the more the temptation grew.
Chapter 6
Over the course of the next couple days and nights, Henry slept on and off. Every time Elaina checked on him, he seemed to be sweating more and more. He wasn’t sleeping peacefully, either. Then again, he never had a peaceful slumber before the detox.
Knowing most, if not all, of his issues had been caused by Roger and his program, an angry fuse ignited in Elaina’s gut. When Henry started mumbling, she leaned in close, trying to figure out what he was saying. She could only make out one word, and he was repeating it over and over. “Mum.” Elaina’s heart broke.
For most of his life, he believed his mother to be dead—brutally murdered in front of him. But after Kellan’s untimely appearance at Elaina’s family home, Henry wanted to see if she was alive like Kellan had said. Gunther was clueless when Henry asked him. Supposedly, she was the guardian of Sophie’s kids and he wanted to find them and raise them, if possible. Somehow, some way, he was going to get back to England and find out the answers for himself.
His body shivered as he cried out, “No! Please, stop!”
Elaina figured he was having another nightmare about his mother’s death. The anguish in his cries tore through her and she wanted to make him feel better. Slipping under the covers to hold him, she tried her hardest to comfort him in his restless state.
While rubbing her thumb on his stubbly cheek, Henry’s body constricted and he yelled out, as if he was experiencing intense pain. She hushed him and stroked his arm, fighting the tears building in her eyes.
This was killing Elaina. He had been such a chore with all of his drunkenness, but she couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. Her tears
Similar Books
