Novel & Cerita Can't Hurt Me Book

I would never be weak again. I would never let anyone take something from me. And I would become strong enough that no one would ever dare to hurt me the way they had. -

she mumbled visibly irritated and struggled to push me away “Hurting you? Then what about me?” I starred at her with me my dark black eyes bored deep in her hazel one “What about you?” Victoria frowned “Why the fuck… are you trying to hurt me every single time when I am trying to protect you…. You are just careless, mindless, idiot who have no consciousness of situation…. you act so recklessly that I frustrate me beyond my imagination” I shouted “If I irritated you so much then why the hell you are here?” Victoria questioned in annoyed tone

So, when I saw him knock a man out with a single punch, I was so, so afraid of him becoming like me… so I ran away to prevent him from becoming more like me. Instead, I can’t help but feel like I’ve ruined you instead. But you were already so violent before I ever met you, so even if I couldn’t get you out of there, I was sure that I could at least help you by giving you something that would help you keep on going.

"You are lucky that he is still breathing, if he wasn't, you'd have been dead too. He hit you? Couldn't you take a little beating? Huh? Are you that weak? He was just playing with you and you stabbed him in the neck, you psychopath!" Her words hit me like a load of truck and instead of it tearing my soul into pieces, all they did was graze it. A mantra repeated itself in my head. He cannot hurt you anymore. He cannot hurt you anymore. I repeated the mantra over and over again until a smile touched my lips.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

There isn’t a single bone in my body that could hurt such a beautiful woman like you. With those words I held onto it and prayed that he wont hurt me like what he just said earlier. I held onto it and kept praying in the back of my head that he wouldn’t stab me. I knew I had to move quick, quicker than him if I have to, and think of another plan to get out from this.

I was wrong, it didn’t hurt him, it made him more violent and I suffered because of it. “You will shut up when I tell you to!” Benny slapped me across the face and pushed me into the dark attic room as he shut the door. “Let me go!” I shouted, banging the door. “Let me go!” “You won’t be leaving this room, you will be denied access to food until you apologize and promise never to say such words again,” Benny told me from the closed door. “Let me out you asshole!” I barked while I bang the door louder, my face was getting hurt and I knew deep down in me that I wouldn’t rather die than apologise to that man.

Was that how I would move on and love myself? Frustrated, I crumbled the page in my fist, and for the first time in my life, I was tearing my book. It was making me frustrated, everything around me was frustrating and out of tune. What had he done to me that I couldn't even see the wound that needed to repair? What wound to pay attention? His or of that bitch? Whose hurt more? Whose effected more? Whose wrecked me further? "You shouldn't have come," Kabir's voice stopped my tearing and I snapped my head at him. "You're tired after the flight."

she said, "But I'm scared he'll catch me and hurt me again." "That's not going to happen," I spit, bending down to cut her completely free from the restraints. "Now get up." She looked up at me, surprised, as if I'd grown a second head. When she didn't budge, I closed the gap between my face and hers with only an inch. "Listen to me, Harriet. If you don't help yourself, you're going to die here alone and cold. You're not going to see tomorrow. Fight off the pain, fight your fear because you are going to live. You feel the fucking pain until it doesn't hurt anymore. You are a goddamn De Marchi. You're trained for shit like this. So stand your ass up and walk."

She stumbled back into their chamber, collapsing onto the bench. “I can’t,” she whispered, burying her face in her hands. “I’ll never control it.” Aiden crouched before her, just as he had the night before. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You will,” he said firmly. “You already took the first step today. You didn’t let it control you. That matters.” Her lip trembled. “But what if I hurt you? What if I hurt everyone?” Aiden’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads touched. “Then I’ll burn with you,” he whispered.