Free Loving Heart (The Broken Heart Series Book 3) by Angel Rose Page A

choice like you did with those women when you offered them to your father. They didn’t have a choice, you made it for them.” My sorrow for Michael then turned to anger. I stood up and walked around the room. “I’m not going to let you bully me. I’m having this baby.” he shook his head in disbelief, his blue-green eyes shedding more tears as his lips trembled.
    “I’m not bullying you. How could you say that?” He glanced over at Dr. Logan. “I want to make her happy. I want to accept the baby. I just need help learning how to do that.” He turned towards me. “ You only see the baby. You don’t see me. ” He stood up and walked out of the office. I closed my eyes. The feeling of despair crawled up from my stomach to my chest. It was tight, I was hurting so badly I could barely breathe. I grabbed Dr. Logan and held on to her tightly. I cried on her shoulder and she held me in her arms.
    “He’ll be back.” she whispered.
    “No, he won’t. I betrayed him. I chose the baby over him. He’ll never forgive me. Never.” I sobbed. 
    “Then he never loved you. He’ll be back, I promise.” she whispered.
    I was getting ready to leave Dr. Logan’s office about fifteen minutes after Michael left. She grabbed me by the arm gently.
    “Jenesis, I’m sorry. If you need me I’m here, but I can’t force you to speak about Dave. This baby needs you to be healthy and if you’re paranoid and having panic attacks in the street you can harm this baby.” she said seriously.
    “I understand. I’m just not ready to talk. I’m not.” I held her hands in mine. “I’m going to Pennsylvania for a while. I’m going to visit the little bit of family I have left. I need to be away from everyone. I’ll keep in touch though. Thank you…for everything.” I hugged her and she held me tightly. I could hear her whimpering a little, but I released myself from her arms never looking back. I walked out of the office passing by the empty receptionist desk of the red-lipped hussy. My heart hurt because as much as I didn’t like her, I surely didn’t want her to die. I wondered how she felt jumping off of the roof of the building, was she scared? Did she care? Maybe she felt just like I did when I jumped into oncoming traffic when Michael left me the first time, not caring if I got killed by a car. I walked towards the elevator and pressed the down button. The elevator doors quickly opened and I stepped in and pressed on the lobby button. My mind was racing and the baby did tumbles inside of me.  I walked out of the building and Michael was sitting in his car. I glanced in his direction and then started to walk down the block. I just ignored him and kept on walking.
    I didn’t go back home to pack any of my belongings. I just wanted to leave. All of this was so overwhelming. Maybe I was being selfish. Maybe I was the one who was wrong. I hailed a cab and ask the driver to take me to the Port Authority bus terminal. I was leaving New York City the way I left Pennsylvania, with nothing in my hands except the memories that were etched in my heart. Unfortunately for me, they were both devastating memories. The driver stepped on the gas and I started to panic.
    “Hey, can you take it easy? Drive a little slower?” I asked.
    “Oh shit, I’m sorry miss. It’s just that…I just feel like this guy in this truck behind me is following me. I’m trying to get away from him.” His eyes were squinting as he looked through the rear view mirror.
    “What truck?” I automatically thought it was Michael following us so, I turned my head towards the back window to look.
    “This red Ram truck. I mean he’s relentless…” the cab driver shouted as he hit his brakes as the red Ram truck turned in front of him and cut him off.  I was pushed towards the back of the driver’s seat banging my forehead against it. I automatically held my stomach to protect the baby. My motherly instincts were on overdrive.  The driver turned around