Novel & Cerita Abused Broken And Rejected

By that time she had learned to ignore rude comments. She has no idea how did they find out but they did find out and from then on she was mocked for being a whore’s daughter. It was written on classboard, on the desks, in the last page of library books, everywhere she could see. That had hurt like bitch. Like a final punch, it had shattered her. Her already cracked spirit had broken to pieces and she had no one to piece it back for her. She wasn’t ashamed of being a whore’s daughter what pained her was the way people described her mother as. How they could be so heartless? She was gone. Can’t they show some respect?

She still felt heavy inside and she still wanted to focus on avenging herself against the man who ruined her. Despite Kristoff softening her heart, even just a bit, she still wanted to continue with her plans of revenge against Lyken. The man who hurt her so much and made her feel that she couldn’t love anyone else again, ever.

Like the scars on my skin and the ones carved deeper inside me can be erased with a few kind words. They don’t know what it’s like to wake up every day with the echo of someone else’s cruelty still ringing in your bones. They don’t know what it’s like to be raised by a monster and told to smile. My pack tried to help me. I’ll give them that. They tried. They offered support, guidance, patience. But eventually, even they stepped back. They said I had to want the help for it to work. They weren’t wrong, but hearing it felt like another door slamming in my face.

Izzy’s POV My hand fits perfectly in his. Tingles are rushing all the way up my arm as he rubs small circles on the back of my hand. Could it be possible that I found someone who will love me finally. My bag bumps my hip with every step I take and I get lost in thoughts of the past and what is to come. I make a list in my head, my mothers death, the constant abuse, being rejected, escaping, letting Cas out of her shell, the freedom I felt when I left the old pack.

He had not walked in that day which meant he was close, he was very close. I did not want him to find me that broken. He loved me when I was just in that state. I did not want him to find me in that state where I felt as worthless as he always called me to be. I would be damned if I gave that bastard more pleasure than I already had by letting him break me apart. He was the broken one, he was the twisted one, finding pleasure in abusing a child. He was the one that needed help. My hands moved back, pushing my upper body up. My arms seemed as if they would snap. They were littered with scars that would never disappear, scars that would always remind me of the seven years I had slaved in that

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

The rejection had shattered her confidence, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed. ************************

If I am being honest it isn’t my ego being bruised I care about. The feeling of rejection is something I can’t quite explain. It is like walking on shards of glass repeatedly and even though you are in immense pain you still can’t stop walking on the shards of glass, bleeding and dying slowly. That is how I feel. Avery is the shard of glass and every time she rejects me I feel like she’s cutting me but instead of me turning away I go back for her to cut me again and again and again.

In that moment, she felt isolated, betrayed, and trapped in a cycle of violence. Despite the excruciating pain, Sia summoned every ounce of strength within her. She refused to let the brutality define her. Deep within her, a glimmer of resilience ignited. Through the tears and bruises, she clung to the hope that one day she would break free from this vicious cycle of abuse.