Chapter 3

It’s better to be angry at him because rage stops my weakness from believing his sweet little words and love confession. It prevents me from being a dumb hopeful and falling for his bullshit all over again. It stops me from hoping that I can ever mean something to anyone and being stupid enough to get sucked in.

“I can explain…” He starts, but I don’t let him finish. That inner psycho is gaining strength. So not doing this shit with him again.

“EXPLAIN!! EXPLAIN WHAT?? That you are a twisted sadist who screwed me over in every way he could and now tries to pull this shit on me? I’m supposed to believe you now because you decided to stop playing with my emotions. Am I supposed to swoon at your feet and forget it all because… Oh, my Lord… the sadistic prick actually loves me?” I spit it at him, tears clouding my vision from the sheer force of everything coming out. Voicebreaking, but I don’t care. He has me stripped naked and raw in all my painful glory, and now he can suf