Broken by Love

By: C.A. Harms

Scarred by Love Series ~ Book 2


Prologue





“I don’t think I can do it anymore. I just can’t handle it.” I sobbed into the phone. “I’ve tried Riley, oh my god have I tried. I’ve given all I am and I get nothing in return. I feel lost, like nothing I need matters. I can’t be the only person trying to make this relationship work. It has drained me to the point of exhaustion. I feel empty, Ry. I don’t think I have it in me to give any more because there is nothing left to give.”

“Kate, sweetie, just breathe. Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on.”

I tried not to involve her. I didn’t want to seem weak and needy. With Riley being Carson’s sister, it made it difficult sometimes. Dammit to hell, though, she was my best friend, and I needed her now. I needed someone on my side for once, and if that made me selfish, then to hell with it.

“It’s the third night this week he hasn’t come home. I tried talking to him, but he got pissed, and then it turned into this huge argument before he stormed out the door.” I took a deep breath. “Carson is making it really hard for me not to hate him. I don’t wanna hate him, Riley, but I can’t stay here any longer and live like this. I’m seven months pregnant, and I have to think about me and this baby, because obviously he’s not.” I attempted to contain my shuddering breath. My chest burned so deeply, and my throat felt as if someone was strangling me. I hated the weak, pathetic need to cave. I felt like my world was crumbling at my feet, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.

“Okay, I’ll be there to help you in a little bit. Let me get dressed and I’ll borrow Max’s truck.”

I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and sat back on to the couch. “I need to call my parents and let them know I’m coming back home. My sister will absolutely love this failure. You know how Kara is. This gives her a little more ammo to be the perfect daughter.”

“Screw that bitch. She needs to seriously get a fucking life and stay out of yours. As far as your parents’ house goes, you are not going there.” I could hear her shuffling around through the phone. “You’re moving back in here. Your room’s still open, and this is not up for debate. So before you decide to argue with me, remember I don’t give a shit what you’ve got to say about it.”

I knew she was right, so there was no use arguing with her. I had to admit that moving back in with Riley was something I could use right now. I needed someone I was close to. Carson’s recent actions had left me vulnerable and needy. I wanted to feel wanted, loved. Over the last couple months he had slowly withdrawn from me.

I knew I wasn’t desirable right now. I felt like the Goodyear blimp, and I waddled. Our sex life was nonexistent and the furthest thing from my mind. Hell, he was probably getting it from someone else.



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Riley showed up about forty-five minutes later with Max and Zander following closely behind. The moment I saw her I broke down again. I felt like an idiot. The problem was I wasn’t honestly sure how I failed.

Getting pregnant wasn’t planned, but Carson accepted it. At least I thought he had. At first he was so attentive and sweet. Now everything was changing. He started going out again on the weekends with his friends, which soon led to weekdays as well. He would come home drunk and crawl into bed, waking me up. Yeah, he honestly thought I was just going to roll over at two in the morning to let him have his way with me.

Eventually he stopped trying, and now half the time he didn’t even come home. If he wasn’t at work, then he was at the gym or Pearce’s house getting loaded. I felt lost and defeated. I loved Carson so much, and it killed me things were turning out the way they were.

Everyone stayed to themselves as we moved from room to room packing my things. I had made up my mind that the furniture could wait. The only big items I chose to take now were my bedroom furniture. Carson had set it up in the spare bedroom when I moved in. Max and Zander moved quickly, and Riley helped with the smaller items.

My heart was slowly breaking with each item I placed into a box. I had let myself imagine a life with Carson. I envisioned all the times we would rock our baby to sleep or snuggle on the couch for a movie with our child resting belly down on his chest.

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