The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

“Merci, Doctor. Rousea. I will take care of her.” Janetta ushers the man out of my bedroom and I stay where I am, laid on the bed, numb and lifeless with no feelings or thoughts in my head. Like an empty shelf of nothingness as time ticks slowly by.

It all happened so fast that it seems like a dream to me now. I don’t even remember how I even got here… I remember only the basics like some long lost almost forgotten memory and then here he was, this man examining me, and she was wiping my tears and holding my hand through the pain. There was so much pain.

I saw it. I knew before he had his hands on me. I knew before Janetta turned to me with a white pallor and pained expression because I saw it all. The little thing he lifted from the bathroom floor, so small it was barely real and scooped into a little plastic tub like it was some god damn fucking leftovers at a buffet. I wanted to fight him for it.

I saw them try to hide it under a dish towel and take it away, like it was a sinful thing and not a piece of me, but it was too late. I saw every single little detail because it was me that left it lying on the bathroom floor all alone, because I was too scared to keep staring at my loss. It was me that felt it let go, left it there when it slid from me amid pain and convulsions, touched it, held it, and broke to pieces in every single way before I somehow found myself in her arms on my own bed.

The bed is blood smeared, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move or feel anything. I just want Arrick. I want him right here, right now, to make this better. To make it all go away. To take the heavy weighted lead from my heart that is crushing me down and help me breathe freely once more.

My little mini Sophie inside of me decided I wasn’t going to be a great mom after all, and I know it’s because I kept telling it that I didn’t want to be.

I didn’t mean it.

I can’t cry anymore; that part of me that runs into hiding when the pain is too much, it’s there numbing it out with every minute that I blankly blink at the ceiling, staring ahead as I realize I need to call Arrick and tell him to come home. Sick at the thought of telling him I ruined everything.

He doesn’t know

He’s in New York

This will crush him.

“You rest, mademoiselle. I will make you soup and some fresh bread, non?” Janetta is fluffing around me, fixing the bed clothes, trying to pull the soaked comforter from under me and I give her minimal help. She manages to side it away, lifting my legs and patting my naked skin and I stare at her in complete zombie state. She somehow managed to get underwear on me and a pad to catch the evidence of my carnage, all while I laid here like some shell who has no sense of time or space.

I miscarried my child, before it even begun… because I blamed it for its daddy going away.

I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to have a baby…

Then why do I feel like I’ve had my heart ripped through my chest and nothing is better at all? Why do I feel so empty?

“I need to call him.” I say quietly, voice low and even I can hear how lifeless and robotic I sound. I’m so detached from reality right now and only the aching left over cramps in my abdomen remind me of what happened. What I’ve lost.

She picks up my cell from the bedside and hands it to me, patting me on the hand gently and I

not okay. That when this wears off this is going to be a hell of a lot worse

answer if he’s at work already. I have no clue how long he

sultry female voice answers it and I can’t even feel any sort of reaction to that. I know her voice,

a meeting can I take a message.” Amanda sounds bright and perky and I sigh heavily, closing my

to talk to Arry, right away, it’s urgent.” I don’t care if he is in a meeting. He will want to know. He won’t care if I disrupt it; he’s Arry, my Arry and this will be as important to him as it

of this morning you didn’t even

lump that overtakes my throat and breathe through the prickly tears

I tried to make it cling on while crouching on the bathroom floor. I begged it

a conference with men who flew in from Belgium right now and I cannot interrupt.” She says a tad more haughtily and my temper rises. Numb gives way to fury,

he will fire your ass. Quicker than you can say Boo. Trust me… Go fucking get my Fiancée like I fucking told you to.” I bite at her,

thinks she can stand between

she mutes me and know at least she is going to tell him I am calling. I bet she hopes he tells her to dismiss me, so she can have some pleasure at snubbing me, but I know he won’t. She doesn’t know him like I

taking an age just to piss me off as I stare blankly at our bedroom wall. I hate that he is so far away, but I need to get this over and done with. Saying it aloud, saying the words might make it more real and I might feel something more than this aching gap

that makes everything feel better. Like coming home to a

way too calm, unemotional and sort of

He’s trying for upbeat, apologetic, and sincere, but I can hear people behind him and Amanda’s nagging voice reminding him he has people waiting. She clearly thinks it’s a lover’s tiff being put to

would shut the fuck up and go to

but I don’t know how else to say it. I have no words. It aches deep inside and I have to swallow

back to me, it doesn’t even irritate me. This weird numbness spreading further,

words I am about to strike him

I’m sorry, Arry.

That word is like a stabbing hot poker to my heart and my eyes

a deathly silence on the line as though everything drops into nothing, and for a long moment he doesn’t say a

Neither do I.

hoarse and low and I can tell it’s hitting him in the way it should be hitting me, yet I’m too calm. The silence is agony however and I have the urge to fill it with words. I can’t stand silent Arrick; it means he’s in pain and

Everywhere.” I cringe and close my eyes on the memory of the weird little unidentifiable thing among the mess I left smeared across the bathroom tiles, yet