Bloody Hearts

one bedroom apartment for the monthly block party

ts to reveal perfect curls. Doing her hair was time consuming but she loved her bouncy waist length tresses to

nd scrolling through her texts. Mother, work, bank, bank, credit card b

t the par

socialites, delectable ball gowns and unpronounceable menus. Malia loved a good gala dinner as much as the next person but sometimes simple was best. She had been bug

nt door burst open and a de

to bring in my

door. Her boyfriend Dave was home early.

ow was work?" She cal

y'll get stolen. If any of my stuff goes miss

pened the door

ery guy, honest. I'll ge

t time. Go get it

ain. He was s

could have just grabbed it on your way

is face. Malia stood her ground. They'd done this dance before. He stopped a foot from her and she stared him down, careful to keep her expression perfectly bland. At

oft tone did nothing to h

p the tension out

gh for you to get it now I can get

ed. The seconds swum by like a fly through molasses. Tho

he was going to hit her he was fina

I'll

t him. Was it a trap? Her mind

. You

living room and disappearing out the front door in six quick strides. "By the

ured, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Sur

few seconds, her heart punching her sternum as she squin

package on an ottoman and sank into his favourite beanbag chair again. "You're gonna have to drive yourself if that's okay, I to

st. It was almost like... Like it was two different people. She shuddered and went back to her hair. How did it go so sour so fast, she wondered. Dave had been good to her for most of the two years they'd been together. He'd given her a place to stay when she left her parents', and supported her while she got on her own two feet. He'd been the one to suggest that she contact an agent about officially publish

om Lily. She dropped the brush and put the phone

her voice sounded. There was a weighted

o flowed, soothing some of the raw edge

ick her up and bring dinner, what did she want, what would they wear, heels or sneakers or boots, where would they park, who would they

initely heard him grab a beer from the fridge and return to the living room, but the TV hadn't come on. Her eyes darted to the bathroom door. Was he listening in on her? But she wasn't doing anything wrong. You couldn't really tell with him these days though. She furtively glanced at the c

bloody hell, what'

squeaked int

ed voice came

een calling you for at least two minutes.

eded, ha ha ha. The conversation moved on to Lily's work and the latest events in the exclusive circles she moved in

clear lip gloss when a knock on the door made h

yes,

lingly close, like he was

onna go pick up the g

the glare of headlights through the cracks in the living room blinds and scrambled into her combat boots, picking up her jacket and purse. She squared her shoulders, strut

s do