Healing my Heart: Book 2 - My Heart Series by Aleya Michelle Page B

psycho side and fled as far away as possible.
    Feeling overwhelmed and pissed off, I need to talk to Jemma what I have discovered. I copy and paste the article and email it to her.

    I feel extremely confused right now after reading the shocking news article about Dylan and Cassandra. I ’m also feeling smothered by the never-ending texts from him. I plan on telling Dylan I have a few practice exams for uni and need to be alone to study.
    I know quite well it won ’t be a great reaction from him.
    In the car driving home from working I call his phone. “Hey beautiful,” he answers on the second ring obviously waiting for my call.
    “ Hey Dylan. Sorry I couldn’t call you earlier, I was flat out with video calls and urgent designs all afternoon,” I lie to him to avoid twenty unnecessary questions.
    “ A quick text is not too much to ask for Roxy,” he responds abruptly, obviously still caught up in the whole melodrama.
    “ Sorry, next time I promise,” I tell him trying to sound sincere. “I have practice exams Friday for the big tests next week, so I am going to study all night. We will have to catch up tomorrow Dyl, okay?” I say to him hoping he will just be cool.
    “ I can help you study sweetheart. I’ll quiz you in more ways than one,” he hints to me trying to sway my decision.
    “ Dylan it’s just one night. I will get so much done with my head in the books, just tonight okay?” I plead with him. Should it be this hard to have time alone?
    “ Okay fine,” he answers and abruptly hangs up.
    Um what the hell? Screw him; at least I got my free time.
    I take my time in the oasis of my shower, enjoying the warm spray of the water washing away insecurities and a million other dramas that are unfolding. I put on my purple satin pyjamas, they are so soft on my skin and are super comfortable too. I check the pantry and choose some popcorn feeling like a little something to snack on. While it ’s popping away in the microwave I flick through my Cosmo mag catching up on the latest gossip.
    I love the smell of freshly cooked popcorn.
    I lie relaxing on the lounge with my soft mink blanket, and flick through the TV channels but nothing catches my attention. I grab my phone and text Jemma.
    Yo bitch I have the place to myself and I bet you are getting laid again am I right?
    There is no reply straight away so that pretty much confirms my suspicions, Still holding my phone I flick through calls and delete old messages, emails, and photos. Oh wow I really should do this more often. Dated back six months I find Kade’s name in a message.
    I love you now and forever my beautiful Roxy. Without you, my life was dull. You complete me.
    Wow. That was intense, how did I not realise it was still in there? Kade really loved me, worshipped me, made me complete as I did him.
    Exactly though, past tense, gone, finished. A single warm, salty tear falls from my eye, sliding down my cheek and onto my phone screen.
    Oh Kade, how did we go from being so perfect and in love and feeling like we would be together forever, to this? Not a single bit of contact, no closure and a lot of regret.
    I feel upset and angry so I throw my phone on the table and close my eyes, not wanting to think about anything anymore. I ’m tired and grumpy and sleep is the only place I know I will find peace. With that I drift off to sleep.
    I am startled awake by a loud banging at the door. I look at the clock to see that it ’s ten o’clock at night. Who the hell would that be? I look at my phone to see eight missed calls from Dylan and four messages. I unlock my phone and read his last one.
    Where are you Roxy? You are lying to me about studying. You are with someone else, I know it!
    Fucking hell.
    I can ’t help but shake my head at the events unfolding. I’m feeling more like a character in Days of our lives and not your average twenty-five year old just trying to enjoy her life.
    “Roxy I know you’re in there, open the door!” Dylan screams