All Chapters of Broke My Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

To say I wanted to kill Joey would be an understatement. Because I wanted to strangle him, cut him into pieces and then throw him somewhere where nobody could find him. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I glared at him, "Why would you ask me to wish you good luck?" "Yeah, the last time I checked you were the best cook." He rolled his eyes. I took deep breaths… calm down Amelia. You won't do anything like what you are thinking, right? You won't take the spoon, force him to open his mouth and shove it down his throat, right? Wrong. I will if he doesn't shove that thing in his mouth in the next minute! Joey was staring at me horrified. "What?" I snapped. "Don't what me!” He shrieked, “What do you expect from a person who just got a threat!" Did I say it out loud? Uh-oh. "Just eat the damn thing already."  He gulped. Great. I just mad

I stepped out of the car and sighed looking down at my feet. Damien came and put his hand on my shoulders, "Don't worry. We’ll look into it later, okay?" I nodded at him. I am thankful I have him right now.  We entered the school together. I didn't even take two steps when Valentino appeared beside me and slung his arm around my shoulders, "Hey Amelia, how are you?" I looked at his arms and raised my eyebrows at him. He noticed it and raised his hands in mock surrender, "I won't do it if you mind it." "I won't mind it if it is in a friendly way." He grinned and threw his arms again on my shoulders, "It is then." "Where are Shane and Max?" I asked. Valentino sighed while Damien beside me tried to not laugh, "what is it?" I asked. Valentino growled, "All these jerks, who call themselves my friends are too busy with their girls to give me any more attention. I'm like

"Are you fine?" Damien asked breaking me from my trance. The car had stopped, I looked around and found we were back home. It was late at night as I could clearly see the stars. I turned my head towards him and forced a tired smile at him, "Yeah I'm fine, what made you ask?""Well, since we left your grandmother's place, you've been very quiet... and as much as I wanted to ask you what happened in there, what she said. I kept quiet because I thought you didn't want to talk about it at that time... But seeing you like this is killing me. So, what is it? What did she say?"I was fidgeting with my hands when he put his hands on mine, I looked up at him, "What did she say? That's the problem, Damien, she said her mother never wore contact lenses. Do you know what that means?"His grip tightened on my hand before slowly nodding his head in caution.I sighed, "I don't know why she is lying to me. And when I asked grandma about the reason for this," I pointed to

My mouth gape open seeing the person in front of me. I looked at Elena, her face had turned pale. All the colours from her face had drained away the second Damien stepped into the room. "Damien," I whispered, my voice still muffled by the cloth. His eyes flickered to mine and in that moment warmness spread through me. His blue eyes were holding so much warmth that they reminded me of the calmness of the ocean, but not before they turned a shade of raging storm. His eyes found their way back to Elena's. I could clearly see her gulping. She took a step back, "I can explain t-this," Damien raised his hand out in front of him and that was enough to shut her up. I had never seen Damien looking this murderous like he could kill anyone.  I watched between the two of them as none of them moved. Finally, Damien took a step towards her in a threatening way. His eyes flickered to mine again then back to her as if not able to decid

"I'm sorry," Damien said. I looked up at him, "Why are you being sorry? It wasn't your fault," He looked down at his hands, "If only I wasn't so curious that morning, you wouldn't have been here like this." I took his hands in mine and squeezed them, "And I would have never come to know about this. If anything I should be thankful to you." I gave him a reassuring smile. He looked at me and I noticed the flecks in his eyes which reminded me of snow. How did I not notice them before? He leaned in a little closer, "You." Then leaned in a little more, "Are." He further leaned in that I could practically feel his breath fan my face. I took a deep breath— min and lemon. "Absolutely." Our lips were just inches apart. A little closer and our lips would be touching. "Amazing." He added smirking. And right when he was about to close the last few inches between us, the door to my room swung