Fires of the Heart
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,256
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Fires of the Heart
Title: Fires Of The Heart
Author: Bella.Rosa
Summary: Two strangers, brought together by a cruel trick of fate, find solace and love within each other.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F (Names: Tyler and Marisa)
Feedback: Would be fantastic!
Characters:
Marisa: 27 year old female, just broke it off (very, very nastily) with her Fiance
Amanda: Marisa\'s best friend, also 27 years old.
Tyler: Amanda\'s roomate and Co-worker
Betas: The Wolfe pack.. thanks guys :)
Author’s notes: This is my first attempt at this type of thing. I have been writing forever, but I never brought up the courage to share it with the world. I\'m sorry I didn\'t post this earlier, I didn\'t know I should have. Well, I really hope you enjoy this. Feel free to email me or reach me on AIM if you feel like leaving a non-public comment.
Disclaimer: Nothing to serious- if you don\'t like car accidents or hospitals, don\'t read this. Also, if you\'re looking for a \"wham, bam, thank you mam\" type story, don\'t bother reading. Thats why this is in the romance section, its a romance, not a one night stand, and romaces, unlike flings, take time to grow,
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“Its over, Marisa.”
The words echoed in Marisa’s mind repeatedly, as if God decided to press a replay button in her brain. How could this have happened? How could she not have seen it coming?
Hindsight is 20/20, she thought, sighing at her helplessness. Marisa had watched her life crumbling at her feet the night before, and her heart was crushed within the rubble.
Marisa should have seen it coming. She should have noticed that Brad was staying out later and later, becoming more and more distant and secretive. He is my Fiancé, damnit! No- was my Fiancé. What she had seen tonight, what he had done tonight... it was unforgivable. He was the one who asked me to marry him, not the other way around!
Then why did he... is he... She couldn\'t bring herself to even think about it, the thought disgusted her so.
Marisa regretted every moment she had spent with that bastard. Four years of her life, tumbled down the drain. She would never get them back. She regretted everything, from giving Brad her number, to agreeing to see him again, to saying yes when he proposed. The only thing she didn\'t regret was finding him last night in the bed they shared- fucking another woman. Marisa had just stood there, silently, watching... wanting to make the situation as horrible and awkward for him as humanly possible. Unshed tears built up in her eyes, more and more building with every thrust he made. The damn finally broke, though, when Brad came inside that slut and cuddled up to her in the afterglow... whispering how much he loved her in her ear.
Marisa couldn\'t contain herself- all she could do was walk up to him, and slap him flat across the face. Marisa would never forget what happened next. She could only watch as Brad shot her a cruel, hateful, mocking grin. She would forever remember hearing the slut giggle at the scene, as if it were a movie. As if on cue, that when he spoke-
“It’s over Marisa. Done, finished, caput. I realize now, after finding Melanie, I never had loved you- it was just the sex. Melanie is my life now. I\'m not in lust with her, like I was with you- it’s so much more. With Melanie, it is love. Real, true, \'the kind of love you are only supposed to find in movies\' love. I am in love with her, not you, and she will be the one walking down the isle with me in three months, not you. Please pack your bags and leave OUR house.”
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That was why Marisa was in Miami International Airport only 24 hours after the breakup. She quickly scanned the crowd, looking for Amanda, who had been the first (and only) person she called to tell about the breakup. That really was quite the phone call.
While Amanda had been consoling Marisa from across the country for an hour and a half, she had logged on to Travelocity and bought a first-class one-way ticket on the soonest flight from San Francisco to Miami. After another hour or so of cursing out Brad with words that would make a sailor cry, Amanda cleaned out the room where Marisa would be living.
The thing that Marisa loved about Amanda, her friend since they were in diapers, is that Marisa never even had to ask if she could stay with Amanda for a while. Amanda, too, didn\'t even bother asking if Marisa wanted to stay in her home while she got back on her feet. The pair knew each other better then most sisters, and loved each other (in a purely platonic way) more then any sisters would.
Marisa, lost in the huge crowd of tourists, suddenly caught a glimpse of red hair. She did a quick calculation and figured out it was Amanda tearing towards her, and Marisa pushed her way towards Amanda’s direction. As the pair engulfed each other in a gigantic bear hug, Marisa finally let the tears that had been threatening to fall during the entire cross-country trip tumble down her cheeks.
After Marisa had quieted down, Amanda whispered into her ear, “Told you he was an ass! I told you from the beginning! But, no, no, noooo… don’t trust your best friend, huh?!” Despite herself, Marisa giggled. Amanda was right; she had never liked the son-of-a-bitch, and had warned Marisa that she shouldn\'t get involved with Brad on the trip home from the party they had met at. Amanda grabbed her friend’s hand, and lugged her over to baggage claim. \"Come on, slowpoke, Tyler is wating!\"
Amanda had admitted later during the car ride home that her actions might have been a bit underhanded, but Amanda didn\'t really care. Marisa had no idea that Amanda had moved since the last time Marisa last visited. Amanda was now living in an apartment complex, and was rooming with a guy about their age that she had met at work. There was nothing romantic between them, Amanda having a long distance relationship with a guy from Tampa and all, but they were still close friends. She had not told Marisa this because she knew Marisa would have refused to come, and vehemently. It was not Marisa’s style, living in the same house as a man she had never met. Expecially when she was struggling to get over a really, really bad breakup.
The alarm bells started to go off in Marisa’s brain when the two girls had gotten in the car. She was shocked to see that the driver Amanda had spoken about, Tyler, was not an old man driving a limo, but a young guy in a muscle shirt and shorts driving an SUV. When Tyler said in a voice filled with feigned surprise- “Amanda, why didn’t you tell me our new roomie is a hottie!?,” that was when Marisa began to panic.
All she could do in this situation without making a total fool of herself was shoot an accusing look towards Amanda. The redhead began to crack up at the look, and said- “I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told yo! Marisa, you need somewhere to stay, and you are staying with me. Travis is a side dish, and a yummy one at that.” She winked at Tyler obviously so that Marisa saw she was joking, then leaned back her head and laughed some more. Amanda obviously thought the situation was absolutely hilarious.
Tyler joined in the laughter, and Marisa couldn’t help herself from chuckling. Amanda had been right, of course. Tyler stopped at a red light, looked back at Marisa, and said laughing-
“Always the schemer, but of course, you knew that already. You’ve known her for a hell of a lot longer then I have.”
Later, all Marisa would remember after that statement was the sound of screeching tires, a feeling of terror, and Amanda’s voice screaming, “Tyler... Tyler... LOOK OUT!”
Then... nothing.
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As Marisa slowly came back to consciousness, she became aware of a soft, rhythmic beeping. She reached to scratch her arm, irritated by itchy sheets, and found an IV there. Marisa began to panic, weakly shielding her eyes against the bright light, magnified by her migraine. After the discovery of the IV, Marisa wasn’t surprised to find that she was in a hospital room. Fragments of memories came rushing back at her- the ambulance, the stretchers, the fire, the sirens she had so desperately wanted to go away…
She let out a frightened gasp at the memories, which let the other occupant of the room know she was awake. Tyler’s face was tear streaked, his eyes puffy and red. His left arm was in a cast, and it looked as if he had a bad burn on his cheek which he was trying to cover with his long, shaggy hair. He saw the look in Marisa’s eyes, the one that was unquestionably asking why her best friend wasn’t in the room with him. Travis could not stop the tear that rolled down his cheek. He couldn’t stomach what he would have to say to her, what he had to tell her.
Tyler began to cry in earnest, and sat down at the side of her bed. He gently took Marisa’s hand in his free one, and shook his head sadly, negating any hopes that Marisa had. The brunette shook her head quickly, refusing to accept that fact, making her already pounding head hurt even more.
Marisa tried desperately to hold back tears, trying to get Tyler to say he lied. “No... She can’t be... She didn’t... Tell me the truth, Tyler! Why isn’t Amanda here!?”
When Tyler didn’t respond with anything but more tears, she cried out more frantically, “No, NO... she couldn’t have... she didn’t…” Marisa burst into inconsolable tears, and sat up in her bed, no matter how much pain it caused her aching body. She enveloped Tyler, a man she hardly knew, in a tight embrace, holding on to him as if she had nothing else to cling to in the world.
Marisa felt no shame, for once, as she let herself cry on the man’s shoulder, for he was sobbing into hers as well. The pair sat together in the lonesome hospital room, beeping heart monitors and IVs all around, and mourned the loss of their friend.
Author: Bella.Rosa
Summary: Two strangers, brought together by a cruel trick of fate, find solace and love within each other.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F (Names: Tyler and Marisa)
Feedback: Would be fantastic!
Characters:
Marisa: 27 year old female, just broke it off (very, very nastily) with her Fiance
Amanda: Marisa\'s best friend, also 27 years old.
Tyler: Amanda\'s roomate and Co-worker
Betas: The Wolfe pack.. thanks guys :)
Author’s notes: This is my first attempt at this type of thing. I have been writing forever, but I never brought up the courage to share it with the world. I\'m sorry I didn\'t post this earlier, I didn\'t know I should have. Well, I really hope you enjoy this. Feel free to email me or reach me on AIM if you feel like leaving a non-public comment.
Disclaimer: Nothing to serious- if you don\'t like car accidents or hospitals, don\'t read this. Also, if you\'re looking for a \"wham, bam, thank you mam\" type story, don\'t bother reading. Thats why this is in the romance section, its a romance, not a one night stand, and romaces, unlike flings, take time to grow,
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“Its over, Marisa.”
The words echoed in Marisa’s mind repeatedly, as if God decided to press a replay button in her brain. How could this have happened? How could she not have seen it coming?
Hindsight is 20/20, she thought, sighing at her helplessness. Marisa had watched her life crumbling at her feet the night before, and her heart was crushed within the rubble.
Marisa should have seen it coming. She should have noticed that Brad was staying out later and later, becoming more and more distant and secretive. He is my Fiancé, damnit! No- was my Fiancé. What she had seen tonight, what he had done tonight... it was unforgivable. He was the one who asked me to marry him, not the other way around!
Then why did he... is he... She couldn\'t bring herself to even think about it, the thought disgusted her so.
Marisa regretted every moment she had spent with that bastard. Four years of her life, tumbled down the drain. She would never get them back. She regretted everything, from giving Brad her number, to agreeing to see him again, to saying yes when he proposed. The only thing she didn\'t regret was finding him last night in the bed they shared- fucking another woman. Marisa had just stood there, silently, watching... wanting to make the situation as horrible and awkward for him as humanly possible. Unshed tears built up in her eyes, more and more building with every thrust he made. The damn finally broke, though, when Brad came inside that slut and cuddled up to her in the afterglow... whispering how much he loved her in her ear.
Marisa couldn\'t contain herself- all she could do was walk up to him, and slap him flat across the face. Marisa would never forget what happened next. She could only watch as Brad shot her a cruel, hateful, mocking grin. She would forever remember hearing the slut giggle at the scene, as if it were a movie. As if on cue, that when he spoke-
“It’s over Marisa. Done, finished, caput. I realize now, after finding Melanie, I never had loved you- it was just the sex. Melanie is my life now. I\'m not in lust with her, like I was with you- it’s so much more. With Melanie, it is love. Real, true, \'the kind of love you are only supposed to find in movies\' love. I am in love with her, not you, and she will be the one walking down the isle with me in three months, not you. Please pack your bags and leave OUR house.”
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That was why Marisa was in Miami International Airport only 24 hours after the breakup. She quickly scanned the crowd, looking for Amanda, who had been the first (and only) person she called to tell about the breakup. That really was quite the phone call.
While Amanda had been consoling Marisa from across the country for an hour and a half, she had logged on to Travelocity and bought a first-class one-way ticket on the soonest flight from San Francisco to Miami. After another hour or so of cursing out Brad with words that would make a sailor cry, Amanda cleaned out the room where Marisa would be living.
The thing that Marisa loved about Amanda, her friend since they were in diapers, is that Marisa never even had to ask if she could stay with Amanda for a while. Amanda, too, didn\'t even bother asking if Marisa wanted to stay in her home while she got back on her feet. The pair knew each other better then most sisters, and loved each other (in a purely platonic way) more then any sisters would.
Marisa, lost in the huge crowd of tourists, suddenly caught a glimpse of red hair. She did a quick calculation and figured out it was Amanda tearing towards her, and Marisa pushed her way towards Amanda’s direction. As the pair engulfed each other in a gigantic bear hug, Marisa finally let the tears that had been threatening to fall during the entire cross-country trip tumble down her cheeks.
After Marisa had quieted down, Amanda whispered into her ear, “Told you he was an ass! I told you from the beginning! But, no, no, noooo… don’t trust your best friend, huh?!” Despite herself, Marisa giggled. Amanda was right; she had never liked the son-of-a-bitch, and had warned Marisa that she shouldn\'t get involved with Brad on the trip home from the party they had met at. Amanda grabbed her friend’s hand, and lugged her over to baggage claim. \"Come on, slowpoke, Tyler is wating!\"
Amanda had admitted later during the car ride home that her actions might have been a bit underhanded, but Amanda didn\'t really care. Marisa had no idea that Amanda had moved since the last time Marisa last visited. Amanda was now living in an apartment complex, and was rooming with a guy about their age that she had met at work. There was nothing romantic between them, Amanda having a long distance relationship with a guy from Tampa and all, but they were still close friends. She had not told Marisa this because she knew Marisa would have refused to come, and vehemently. It was not Marisa’s style, living in the same house as a man she had never met. Expecially when she was struggling to get over a really, really bad breakup.
The alarm bells started to go off in Marisa’s brain when the two girls had gotten in the car. She was shocked to see that the driver Amanda had spoken about, Tyler, was not an old man driving a limo, but a young guy in a muscle shirt and shorts driving an SUV. When Tyler said in a voice filled with feigned surprise- “Amanda, why didn’t you tell me our new roomie is a hottie!?,” that was when Marisa began to panic.
All she could do in this situation without making a total fool of herself was shoot an accusing look towards Amanda. The redhead began to crack up at the look, and said- “I knew you wouldn’t have come if I told yo! Marisa, you need somewhere to stay, and you are staying with me. Travis is a side dish, and a yummy one at that.” She winked at Tyler obviously so that Marisa saw she was joking, then leaned back her head and laughed some more. Amanda obviously thought the situation was absolutely hilarious.
Tyler joined in the laughter, and Marisa couldn’t help herself from chuckling. Amanda had been right, of course. Tyler stopped at a red light, looked back at Marisa, and said laughing-
“Always the schemer, but of course, you knew that already. You’ve known her for a hell of a lot longer then I have.”
Later, all Marisa would remember after that statement was the sound of screeching tires, a feeling of terror, and Amanda’s voice screaming, “Tyler... Tyler... LOOK OUT!”
Then... nothing.
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As Marisa slowly came back to consciousness, she became aware of a soft, rhythmic beeping. She reached to scratch her arm, irritated by itchy sheets, and found an IV there. Marisa began to panic, weakly shielding her eyes against the bright light, magnified by her migraine. After the discovery of the IV, Marisa wasn’t surprised to find that she was in a hospital room. Fragments of memories came rushing back at her- the ambulance, the stretchers, the fire, the sirens she had so desperately wanted to go away…
She let out a frightened gasp at the memories, which let the other occupant of the room know she was awake. Tyler’s face was tear streaked, his eyes puffy and red. His left arm was in a cast, and it looked as if he had a bad burn on his cheek which he was trying to cover with his long, shaggy hair. He saw the look in Marisa’s eyes, the one that was unquestionably asking why her best friend wasn’t in the room with him. Travis could not stop the tear that rolled down his cheek. He couldn’t stomach what he would have to say to her, what he had to tell her.
Tyler began to cry in earnest, and sat down at the side of her bed. He gently took Marisa’s hand in his free one, and shook his head sadly, negating any hopes that Marisa had. The brunette shook her head quickly, refusing to accept that fact, making her already pounding head hurt even more.
Marisa tried desperately to hold back tears, trying to get Tyler to say he lied. “No... She can’t be... She didn’t... Tell me the truth, Tyler! Why isn’t Amanda here!?”
When Tyler didn’t respond with anything but more tears, she cried out more frantically, “No, NO... she couldn’t have... she didn’t…” Marisa burst into inconsolable tears, and sat up in her bed, no matter how much pain it caused her aching body. She enveloped Tyler, a man she hardly knew, in a tight embrace, holding on to him as if she had nothing else to cling to in the world.
Marisa felt no shame, for once, as she let herself cry on the man’s shoulder, for he was sobbing into hers as well. The pair sat together in the lonesome hospital room, beeping heart monitors and IVs all around, and mourned the loss of their friend.