Throwing Love #5 (The Throwing Love Romance Series - Book #5) by Nella Tyler

TROWING
LOVE #5
    By Nella
Tyler

 
    This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 
    Copyright
© 2015 Nella Tyler

 
 
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    Chapter One

 
    I couldn't say how long I sat there in my bedroom for
– five minutes...30 minutes, maybe even an hour. There was no sense of
time for me. It could have been 30 seconds or an eternity; I felt nothing. My
body was in a terrible way, so numb. I had never felt that way before. I think
part of me was in shock. Yes, I was definitely in shock. Where was Bennett, why
had he not come back yet? I had waited and waited some more, so where was he? I
knew I wasn't thinking straight and no matter how much I thought about getting
out of my bed, I just couldn't do it. My body was immobile, I couldn't move if
I wanted to. Every part of me was numb, and I hated that feeling. But I didn't
know how to stop it or how to move.
    He had walked out, left me, seemingly without a care in the
world. Why? Why had he done that? I couldn't process what had happened between
us. Why had we fought so badly? I thought he would have stayed. He should have.
Shouldn't he? Was I asking too much? Should I have just accepted the shitty
part of our relationship that left me abandoned on a regular basis?
    I knew I shouldn't have threatened his career. That had been
a mistake. I don't know what I was thinking. It was so stupid. His pride alone
would have made him cringe over that request. Guys normally didn't like
ultimatums, and mine was a brutal one, so that just made it even worse. But it
wasn't like I wanted him to give up baseball completely for me. I just wanted
things to go back to the way they were before he started missing practices. I
didn't think that was a lot to ask. I knew it wasn't a lot to ask. I had just
wanted him to find a place for me in his life, as well. Not give up everything,
but have me as a priority. That was a completely normal request. I wasn't
crazy. I didn't want to be second in his life. I wanted him to have a great
career, but with me by his side. I no longer wanted to be treated like some
kind of groupie whom he spent time with every now and again. I was more than
that. I loved him. I loved him a lot.
    I felt hollowed out. I thought I might even throw up. My
heart was no longer in my chest. It was crushed on the floor with what appeared
to be a footprint on it. Yes, that was a footprint – the same print that
Bennett's shoe made. That was how it felt, anyways. I thought things had been
bad before our fight, but now this; this was on a whole other level, one that
changed everything. Things between us would never be the same.
    He had left...what did that mean? Maybe he never really
loved me in the first place. Why wouldn't he at least talk to me? My God...I
felt like I was going crazy. How could he just walk out on me? Not even discuss
it, but just walk out as if I meant nothing to him? It was total asshole
behavior and yet, I knew that wasn't the kind of character Bennett had.
    The game, or maybe it was just his coach and my father, but
they had such a control on him. My father had really caused a mess when he
showed up at Bennett's apartment. I could almost strangle him for getting
involved. It had caused so many problems between Bennett and me. It was as if
Bennett didn't think he could make it to the big leagues anymore unless he did
their bidding. How did he manage to forget that he was doing just that when we
began dating? Everything had been great until Bennett decided that