Page 65 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 25

Ashley

I look over at Taylor as she stands next to me, rubbing my back. The man I’m in love with lied to me, has been lying to me from the start. I watch as the police put him in the back of the van with his brother, his eyes lock with mine, and I can’t help but think what else has he lied to me about.

Shaking my head, I walk back up to my apartment with Taylor next to me. “I’m sorry, I know that you liked him.” Not replying to her, I open my door, at the moment all I want is wine, a lot of wine and a cry. That’s it.

Walking over to the fridge, I grab the bottle of wine and pour myself a glass, a very big glass. “You want to talk about it?” I hear Taylor behind me, I shake my head at her again, I want to be left alone. I feel too embarrassed that I don’t want to see anyone.

“I know you mean well, but I really just want to be left alone,” I tell her, as I sit on the chair and look outside.

“Ash, I don’t want to leave you…”

“Taylor, at the moment, I don’t want to talk to anyone. All I want to do is sit here and drink my wine,” I tell her. I want to drink alone, drink to the point where I can wake up and forget this day happened, and if I can drink enough even forget meeting Jackson in the first place.

I can feel her standing there, just watching me. She doesn’t want to leave me, but she also knows me well enough to know that I really do want some time alone right now.

“I’ll open up, so don’t worry about the shop tomorrow.”

I give her a nod while refilling my glass. I hear the door close behind me, and I continue to look out the window, and think back to all our conversations. I mean, did anything pop up and I ignored it? I think this would have been something I would have picked up on straight away. I mean who has a breakup service?

Pouring the last of the wine in my glass, I walk over to grab my laptop. Sitting back down, I open up the Google page, and let my fingers move around the keys, not sure what to type in.

Eventually I type in The Heartbreaker and click search. I have a look at all the results and wonder which one is his. I want to know why he does this, I mean there must be a reason for him to something like this. I click the first link, and it opens.

It opens up with a heart, which slowly starts to break, leading me to the main page. As much as I hate this website, and what Jackson is doing, the website itself is very slick. The words at the top make me narrow my brows together. Can’t do the deed yourself then call the heartbreaker and get the job done with class.

I continue to scroll down the site, looking at what he says he will do for them, and how he will break up with a girl because the guy is too much of a pussy to do it himself.

Grabbing another bottle of wine—I need more to drink if I want to keep looking at this site—I look at the reviews left by the guys and I can’t believe how many have used him, I mean there are so many.

I click on the bottom at the link more and I look up at the box that appears. I need a password. Why the fuck do I need a password, what is behind this screen?

Pushing the laptop to the side, I grab my phone as it beeps.

Jackson: Can we talk?

I stare at the message for a moment, I can’t believe that he has the nerve to send me a message after what he's done. I go to throw my phone on the couch, but it beeps again.

Jackson: I’m sorry.

Jackson: If you can give me 5 minutes, I can explain.

Ashley: What is the password?!!!!!!

I see the dots appear then disappear. If he wants to talk, the password is a very good place to start.

Jackson: I can explain more than the password can, just please can you open door, I’m outside the shop.

I walk over to the window and see him leaning on a taxi. He looks up at me, and he’s begging me to let him in, but I know that I’m not ready to talk to him yet.

Ashley: I have nothing to say to you, so if you want to give me the password, give it to me, or leave.

I watch as he reads the text, then his head looks up at me again, and he shakes his head.

Ashley: I don’t know what is behind the password, but to you the password is more important than our relationship. I think you better leave!

Walking away from the window, I turn my phone off and turn the lights off and get into bed, I’m really not in the mood to play cat and mouse and chase him for the password, if I’m not worth fighting for then I really don’t care. Even I know that’s a lie. I care, I care a lot, but I feel cheated, I feel like my relationship with him was a lie, and at the moment I don't think I can, talk to him about anything.