Heart Bled Dry

By Kristin Lovelace

Life takes all kinds of twists and turns. Sometimes it’s just a question of how many people you’ve got around you to pick up the pieces when it all comes down.
When things hit the rocks with Jeremy, I found myself bunking with Preston full time. It didn’t mean my way of life was going to change. When he hooked me up with a gig at a card game, I found all bets were off, and everything was on the table.
This is the third volume of my confessions.
WARNING: This 6600+ word story contains graphic sexual content and scenes of a woman with multiple partners, and is intended only for mature audiences 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristin Lovelace
• Release date: Feb 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310669057

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HEART BLED DRY

by Kristin Lovelace

Confessions Vol 3.

This document is copyright © Kristin Lovelace, 2015.

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Heart Bled Dry

It was over before I’d even realized it. Over before we had time to talk it through. But some of us don’t do well alone, can’t remember what it was like before, and survival ain’t the same as living.

Jeremy left me. Or I left him, or whatever. Because it doesn’t matter—over’s over.

We were passing each other, just inhabiting the same space. The little black worm of distrust had wriggled its way between us, into the spaces once inhabited by love.

He became busier and busier, and more and more I wasn’t home when he came back from his drinking and carousing. I still imagined him stumbling into the house, pulling the place apart looking for me, the smell of other women still wafting off him.

The turning point for me was when Preston took me to his bed. I lay there and poured out my heart, guzzling down my benefactor’s expensive vodka. He listened, and I kept talking.

I didn’t fool myself that he cared—he was listening and calculating, working what it meant for him—but it didn’t matter for me. I just needed an open ear.

The next morning I slipped out of his bed while he slept, showered and made my way home. Just like that, nice and easy. Clinical, you might say.

Call me what you like, I know how people think, but it ain’t like that. Try it out, say it out loud, wrap your lips around it and let it slip off your tongue. Whore.

Done?

I reckon it didn’t make you feel any better.

It didn’t help Jeremy much either, but then, he didn’t know how close he was to the truth. He threw it at me just to make me hurt.

But I was done hurting. I was done waiting on him.

None of that meant I needed to slither back