I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

Take me home

Thank you guys for replying. It's decided, Book 4 will be right here. It's actually easier. I can take down everything in one click when it's time.

So...here it goes, enjoy :)

BOOK 4 – TAKE ME HOME

CHAPTER 1 - YOU'RE LYING

JAKE

She stared at me expectantly, pen in hand, as serious as ever. Her gaze was so intense, it felt as if she were truly daring me to lie. The Silvia I know, she'd spot a lie in the blink of an eye, because she knows me. But this one ... this particular, more open, more cheerful, more chatty Silvia, she doesn't know anything about me. Not a single thing aside from my name. So maybe ...

"So?" Silvia nudged, impatient.

I took a deep breath, to keep control over my emotions, and leaned back against my seat. "If we're gonna do this, I'm gonna need more than coffee." I grumbled, flagging down the waitress.

"Um ... it's a café, I doubt they have any alcohol ..." Silvia frowned.

"I couldn't drink anyways." I pointed out without thinking, focused on recalling any beverage that is strong enough for me to endure this conversation, but technically not alcoholic. Ugh, God, these two years are gonna be Hell.

"What do you mean?" Silvia asked, because of course, she never misses a beat, my clever love.

"So, what do you wanna know?" I ignored her question once I'd ordered. I couldn't resist to a chocolate chip cupcake. I think I've started replacing alcohol with pastries. I've eaten so many these months that, hadn't I found a way to work out without going to my gym, I'd have already started losing the six-pack you girls love so much.

Well, okay, maybe I've replaced alcohol with food. I've jumped from one addiction to the other. Don't judge me, you know it's a hellish life.

"Why can't you drink alcohol?" Silvia insisted, eyeing me closely.

I wanna say I'm a big badass man, her gaze didn't intimidate me, but ... who am I kidding? I melted when we were nothing, you think I wouldn't melt under her gaze after what we had? God, it's so awful. Sitting here, talking to her like an unfeeling robot, while all I'd want is to shout loud and clear that if she feels a connection between us, if she feels she needs to remember me, there's a reason. I am her freaking soul mate. Kindred spirit, one in a million, whatever you wanna call it. I'm the Rochester to her Jane Eyre, the Darcy to her Elizabeth Bennet, the Matthew to her Mary ... wait, no, that doesn't count. Damnit, ever since Serene had me watch it, I've started liking Downton Abbey.

Basically I'm a whiny brokenhearted wimp that binge-watches period dramas on Netflix in order to ignore the need to either have sex or go to the nearest store and buy the whole fucking alcohol aisle.

The silver lining is, heartbreak eats out all the grief my system can endure, so everything else just ... fades. Had I known that it only took a broken heart to relieve me from my tremendous past, I'd have tried falling in love long ago. But then, I doubt it would have really worked. It only took the right girl, you see.

This woman ... being with her made me happy, therefore I began healing. Being without her makes me hopeless, which chews up every ounce of grief left in me. One way or the other, she does me good.

"Jake?"

Spacing out again. Damn Natalie. "Yeah, I ... what?"

"Why can't you drink alcohol?"

"That's a personal matter that doesn't concern you." I stated, as flatly as I could.

"I'm here to get to know you, or rather, remember you, so everything counts." She pointed out, wiggling her eyebrows.