Abused Broken And Rejected Novels & Stories

I felt myself go completely numb, releasing Lucy’s hand from my grip. There was a crumbling beginning within me. Like I was falling… falling into an Abyss that was completely of my own making. One that was a hole I’d been desperately trying to swim away from these last four years, trying so goddamn hard to believe that there was still good in people. That even though I had been rejected, killed and abandoned by everyone around me, that there was still potential for people to do better. That I could do better. And now it seemed the final betrayal had embedded its dagger. The one I knew I wouldn’t ever survive. And, apparently, neither would my parents.

The worst feeling in the world is knowing you've been used and lied to by someone you trusted. "You may leave" my father spoke after a while. Walking back to my room I let out those tears to flow down, nothing hurts than being disappointed by the single person you thought would never hurt you.. Why am I the only one rejected, frightened and very much alone. Emptiness surrounded me and sorrow erupted from deep inside within my soul, it feels as though my past, present and future have been stolen away. Never have I felt so broken, lost, worthless but now I am feeling because the thought that Ayaan betrayed me was something my mind and heart couldn't accept.

She didn't want him to keep distance from her, she needed him now however, Dante took several steps away from her and she was all on her own. "All my life I've always been compared and I thought just for once my mate would be mine, even though I knew there's a chance he might reject me but I still hope for it. How wrong is that?" she started to sob uncontrollably "Your brother broke me completely when he rejected me after comparing me with his first mate. I was fifteen almost in the brink of death because of my own pack" Daniella now beats on her heart.

I was exhausted, drained, and depleted. I longed for a chance to break free, to escape the cycle of abuse and hurt. I longed for a chance to heal, to find peace and happiness. But it seemed like that was just a distant dream, a fantasy that I could never attain. I felt like a weed, unwanted and unloved. No matter where I went, I was always seen as a nuisance, a problem to be solved. I was never good enough, never worthy of love or acceptance. I felt like I was constantly being pulled out, discarded and thrown away. I was never allowed to take root, to grow and flourish. I was always seen as a temporary solution, a Band-Aid on a deeper wound.

"you didn't kill her while she escape right?" "Maybe you're right but that's nothing compare to everything I'd done to her. Abused her both sexually and physically. I ruined her. I broke her. She sees me as a beast, a monster and I doubt if she'll ever accept me. Hell she won't." I blunted out, my voice husky. "I understand. I think what you've to do is make things right, is to send her back to her pack..." She barely finished that when I cut her off.

Bruno declared and they portaled out of the realm. “But I wasn't — I wasn't in my right senses — I was under the control of my father,” I cried into the void, “Please believe me.” The day my universe shattered into a million pieces. The people I loved, the ones I thought would always be there for me, turned their backs on me. Their words cut deep, a painful rejection that left me breathless and bewildered. “Stay away from us, you monster." The sentence echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of my unworthiness.

“The system took away my happiness, my bliss and it turned me into what you all see before you, a monster that you all made.” I felt disheartened by Ella’s moving statement because I was a victim of it myself. The same system had chewed me up both mentally and physically before it spat me out battered and bruised. She was right about one thing though, and it was that this system was a failed one. “Your grips on power will not last,” Ella proclaimed. “As I speak to you, more and more Rejected are rising from the shadows, no longer afraid, no longer hiding. We deserve a place in this accursed world and we will take it if it is not given.”

“I’m pathetic.” BRYCE Isla curls her slender arms around her waist. I watch in horror as my words cause her to physically shield herself. If I could drop-kick myself, I would because I’m a fucking asshole. I’ve shamed her, which is all Paul has ever done. People assume abusers only use violence on their victims, but it goes beyond that. Abusers break down every part of a person until there’s nothing left. It’s deconstruction. It doesn’t happen at once. It’s a slow, drawn-out campaign to strip all the layers until everything that makes them who they are is decimated.

“They hated me just for existing. Teachers, neighbors, even kids I went to school with. Like I was… wrong. A mistake. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. And then I get here, and it’s the same story all over again. Different faces, same eyes watching me like I don’t belong. Except now it’s worse, because something inside me agrees with them. Like I’m too much. Too dangerous. Too broken.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and before she could turn away, I reached out. My hand caught her chin with a restraint so gentle it startled even me. My thumb brushed the damp heat of her cheek where tears had begun to gather. “Broken?” I echoed softly. “You are not broken, Nora. You are fire barely

I inform in tears. " Don't say that. That's not true" She tries to me feel better but I am not buying it. I am very much aware of my truth. " Don't flatter me with your lies Solange. I am very much aware of how useless I am. Look at me, I am the mother of two but none of my children are on good terms with me. I failed them both. I abandoned them when they needed me the most, and for what?. Because I wasn't strong enough" I inform, still bitter.