Due to poular demand... Here is the opening chapter of my book :) Any feedback is greatly appreciated... Please be kind :)

She lay in bed, racked with sobs, and shaking from the bitter cold she couldn’t seem to escape. Curled in the fetal position and wrapped in blankets, she stayed as far to the left side of the queen size as she could manage. The last thing she wanted was to end up on HIS side of the bed. To smell HIM on the sheets. Even just the thought made the tears fall faster.
The hole in her heart had not even begun to heal yet. After all, it had only been a week since John had left. He took her heart, her very soul with him, the day he walked away. She had lain on this very bed, crying and begging him to stay. He hadn’t listened to her protests, or her pleas for another chance to make things right. He had been so cold, and unyielding…It had made her wonder if he had ever truly loved her to begin with. And now she had nothing left to do but sob.
They had been friends, first, for four years. And when they crossed the line between friendship and relationship, things had progressed at the speed of light. They were engaged after only three months of dating. They spent the next two years planning her dream wedding, to her dream man. Things had seemed perfect. She should have known better. When things were too good, something inevitably came along and tore her to bits. That something had been the day John had woken up and out of the blue, told her it was over. He had said he needed time and space to figure things out. She had been more then willing to give him what he asked for. Ignoring the ache in her chest, she had let him go. In her heart, she believed he would come back. Then, a day or to had passed, and she had gotten the call that shattered her. John was seeing someone else. He had been for three weeks before he had worked up the balls to tell her goodbye.
Now, she hadn’t slept in days, and it was longer still since she’d eaten. How was she supposed to move on from the man who held her heart in the palm of his hands? Of course, nowadays, he was holding something much different in those hands. It had only been one week, and he had already replaced her. Already moved on to someone new, while she lay and weep.
She rolled to her side and tried to sit up. The room started to spin, and she fell back. Finally, she could cry no more tears. Her green eyes were sore and puffy, and her whole body ached. She grabbed the bottle next to their, no HER bed, and popped a few pills into her mouth, chasing them down with what was left of the liter of rum on her nightstand. After about twenty minutes, finally, blissfully, she slipped into sweet oblivion.

Bang, bang, bang…
She rolled over in the bed and cringed at the bright sunlight filtering through the sheer chocolate colored curtains that adorned the bedroom.
Bang, bang, bang…
She sat up against the overstuffed pillows, that john had insisted on, and tried to quiet the pounding in her head. She rubbed her hand through her golden brown hair, and then realized that the source of the banging was coming from outside, rather then inside,
her head.
Bang, bang, bang…
It took her a few seconds to locate the origin of the noise. Her front door.
Reluctantly, she threw off the tan, down comforter and slid her bare feet into a pair of green, fuzzy, frog slippers. She stood up and shuffled groggily down the hallway towards the racket.
Bang, bang, bang…
As she passed the living area, thousands of memories bombarded her, threatening to overwhelm her again. She choked back the tears.
“Let’s deal with this first” She thought, reaching for the handle of the large, red front door.
No sooner then the heavy door cracked open, did her best friend, Logan, launch herself into her arms.
“Thank god!!” She exclaimed “Bailey! I thought you died! Where the hell have you been?”
Bailey tried to dislodge herself from her friends iron grip, but decided that resistance was futile. However, as soon as she relaxed into Logan’s arms, Bailey lost what little control she had managed to find. The tears fell effortlessly once more. They slid to the floor and twinkled up at her from the cherry wood planks. Logan squeezed her friend tightly and ran her hand over her long satiny hair, letting her cry.
“Shhh, Honey, I know.” was all Logan said, and then waited in silence for Bailey to regain her composure.
Finally, Bailey pulled herself free of the warm, caring encirclement of her friend’s arms, and straightened. She wiped the last of the moisture from her cheeks and stumbled to sit in one of the black and red stools that lined the breakfast bar.
Immediately, Logan began bustling around the kitchen. Bailey was not at all surprised that her friend knew this kitchen so well. The two had spent many a night in this kitchen. Wedding planning, cooking dinners, or just hanging out drinking coffee.
While Logan took down two coffee cups from the glass paneled cabinet above the coffee pot, bailey just admired her.
She couldn’t figure out how people even looked at her when she was with Logan. Bailey was pretty, sure. But Logan? Logan was gorgeous. Five foot five, blonde, long and lean, Logan had the body of a dancer and the face of an angel. As she glided around the kitchen, Bailey couldn’t help but think that if she had looked like that, John never would have left her.
Bailey was by no means unattractive. She was tall at five foot six, long, shiny, golden brown hair down to her waist, mossy green eyes, and full lips against pale Irish skin. The only hit to Bailey’s ego was her weight. She had always struggled with it, even now. But, still, she considered herself a pretty girl.
When Logan was done making up the cups of coffee, she brought them to the bar and placed one mug in front of Bailey.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked nothing but kindness in her tone.
“Not really” Whispered Bailey, “All I want is to stop feeling like I’ve lost control.”
“Well, that’s easy enough” And when Bailey glanced at her, “Just give up control.”
Bailey couldn’t help but laugh out loud. No way in hell could Bailey just give up control. She’d been a control freak, and a micromanager her entire adult life…Even when she was a child. But the look in Logan’s eyes made Bailey stop laughing.
“You can’t be serious?! You know me better then that.”
“I do, and that’s exactly why you need to do it. Just let go of control and let the universe figure this **** out for you.” Logan said seriously.
Bailey stared at Logan for a few seconds before she realized that her jaw was practically resting on the granite counter top.
“Logan, listen. I love you with all my heart, but that’s insane. I can’t just stop. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. How do you stop controlling? Stop caring? Stop hurting? It’s a part of who I am.” Bailey said hoarsely.

“I know that. But that’s why you need to. Let go of things for a little while. Try something you’ve always wanted to try but were too afraid. Let the universe show you the way.”
Logan slid her hand over Bailey’s and squeezed.
“Just think about it. Try something new. Be someone new! Just think about it.” Now there was pleading in her voice. “Give yourself a chance to move on with your life, and be happy”
Bailey looked Logan in the eye and tried to decide how best to respond. Logan knew that Bailey had dedicated the rest of her life to John. How did everyone expect her to just throw up her hands and walk away, the way he did? However Bailey could tell that Logan was sincere.
“And what do you suggest I do exactly?” Bailey asked incredulously. “Go out and have a one night stand? A rebound? With some guy I barely know?”
“Yes…NO…I don’t know, maybe? Let me think about it and I’ll get back to you.”
Bailey slid of her stool and padded down the hall to the bathroom. The blue and white tiles gleamed at her. She bent to wash her face in the clear blue bowl of the sink and tried hard not to notice that John’s towel no longer hung on the hook, on the back of the door. Or that his shelves above the toilet were empty. The counter top vanity was no longer cluttered with his pomade and combs, his razor or his gel. It was empty now, just like Bailey herself.
As she splashed her face with the cold water she suddenly stopped. She didn’t have to hear the footsteps to her right, or smell the cologne that fragranced the air. In her heart, she knew he was there. She hadn’t heard the door or the bell, but of course john still had his keys. Bailey turned slowly to face the door where his body blocked the light coming in from the hall. At the sight of him, her heart dropped from its place in her chest, and settled neatly in her feet. Her pulse quickened when she looked into his big blue eyes. At the same time her stomach flipped and she felt her knees go weak.
“John…” It was barely a whisper.
“Hey Bail, How are you?” John asked in his smooth as scotch voice.
She looked at him with what she could only assume was disbelief. When she didn’t answer for a full thirty seconds John stepped towards her. Reflexively, Bailey stepped back, matching the distance he covered.
“No.” She whispered. She could feel her resolve slipping.
“Bail, listen. I just need to grab a few more things. Then, I’ll be out of your hair.”
“No.” Was all Bailey could manage. The tears were welling in her eyes.
“Please, don’t make this difficult.” John said coldly.
It was like a slap in the face. Bailey blinked and the tears slid down. She straightened her spine and looked him dead in the eye.
“Are you serious?!” Bailey all but shouted. “Me? Make this difficult? You made this difficult! Don’t you dare turn this around on me. This whole **** storm is your damn fault! YOU! I stayed here fighting, and you chose to walk away for some stupid home wrecker. I fought my ass off, you didn’t. So, don’t you dare. I love you with everything I have. I gave you every piece of me. You did this…” Bailey was all but weeping now. She slid down the wall and curled into a knee hugging position. John walked silently to kneel in front of her. Gently, he lifted her chin, and looked her in the eye.
“Bailey, you know I love you. And I miss you. I just don’t know what I want right now. Give me a few months to figure things out. I want this again eventually.” John said and kissed her on the forehead.
All at once Bailey felt her heart shatter into a million tiny shards that cut and tore at her soul. Then an anger she had never experienced before, took hold in the shell that had been her body for the last week. She looked angrily back at john and in the sweetest most sing song voice she could manage she whispered “Go to hell, John”
She would happily have paid all the money in her bank account to have an eternal snap shot of the look that crossed his face. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged in surprise.
Before he could speak, Bailey stood up ramrod straight with her head held high, and marched back into the kitchen. John followed her. Logan eyed her carefully to surmise the current state of events, as well as the volatude of Bailey’s state of mind. Bailey walked right past Logan and opened the cabinet where Logan had removed the coffee cups from just a few minutes before. Without a word, Bailey pulled down Johns coffee mug and threw it against the wall. It exploded loudly, sending pieces of painted blue ceramic flying in all directions. Logan, shocked, looked at her best friend with pure awe, while john looked pained. By way of explanation, Bailey looked Logan in the eye and smiled.
“What did you have in mind?”

Make john think you had a little fling of your own,be seen having a good time without him,refresh yourself in the process,make yourself irresistable again ,and make him remember how and why he still loves you. Like to see this story end on good note,somewheree go back in time to when you first met,the first years of marriage and leading up to the present,leaving small clues to how and why things fell by the wayside,maybe a work a holic,one or the other were overbearing or controlling,or lack of honest feelings or communication. I see very good possibilties,and my mind is now working overtime. Very good ,I'm liking what I've seen so far

I like it...but @ unwound....ummmm i dont think she wanted HELP with the story but feedback abt WHAT we THOUGHT of it.....

I, for one, am wanting MORE! I'm hooked already :) And I'm sure that u, as a writer, already know the direction u wanna take. I jus wanna be along for ur ride :)

Thats great cant wait to read it all...i.i wantt a siigned copy

Im want the book now dang. I just got to see what happens. Omg this is good very good. But i want to finish it now. I just love when i start a book i cant put down till im done.

@IrishLove1988: this is so amazing, i should say im personally not much of a book reader, but i think this is great! cant wait for the next segment.

Thank you all for your kind words and support. This is just the opening chapter. There is much much more to come. I've got about 90 Pages done so far, and counting :) When it's finally done ya'll will be the first to know :) And I would be happy to sign a copy for everyone lol.