Excuse Me While I Ugly Cry Summary Novels & Stories

My eyes stung with tears, my lips wobbled. "And unfortunately, you fit into the other category. So I'm afraid I'd have to reject you." My heart shattered, the tears spilled ,rolling down my cheeks. This is humiliating. I held in a sob as I studied my shoes. “Hey, don't cry," he mused, tilting my face up with his fingers that had left my hair under my jaw. “It’s better this way, trust me. Or would you rather I keep you as a plaything, use you till there’s nothing left?" he asked while raking his eyes down my body. "I wouldn't m-" he was cut off by a swift punch against his left cheek. My heart ached, my head ached , everything ached. The movements around me were a blur, my head was light, I f

he added, glaring straight at me, “stop spreading lies about what never happened before I make you regret.” He turned and stormed out. The silence didn't last long. They all began to laugh, even much louder this time. A crumpled paper hit my shoulder. “You heard him,” a guy said. “You are so pathetic and ugly.” I couldn't say a word to defend myself. Susan appeared like a storm. “ Even if it's true, so what? What's your business?” she snapped, glaring at everyone. I don't know if I should feel better or not because of her actions. I'm already ashamed of myself.

But who cares how many hours it took when I just experienced this level of embarrassment. As we reach my home I pay the driver and rush out towards my flat and into my room. Immediately I got into my room I shut the door and I cry, like a child in pains I cried. sliding down the door unto the floor I cried. The scene of everything that transpired playing and replaying in my mind as I cry my eyes out. Regret and hurt the prominent thing I know as of the moment and I cry.

Jake shook his head and burst into laughter. "Ugh! I don't know! It's all your fault. You pushed me too far. You are so cruel. I hate you!" I screamed, which turned into sobs. Tears started to fall down my cheeks before I could control them. I hated my body. Now Jake saw it. He saw all of it! Jake looks like he was taken aback by my outburst. He quickly picked up the blanket from my bed and ran towards me then covered me up. "Hey, stop that. Why are you crying?" he said awkwardly. This shouldn't make him feel uncomfortable because he makes people cry all time, right?

I continued sobbing, "And now I look hideous in front of you and you're gonna video me the post it online to embarrass me, oh look she's the hopeless romantic and now you're laughing too." Damon laughed, "Why are you so paranoid? I'm not taking a video of you, I'm just texting my dad where we went." "Oh, is that so?" I said and continued, "No, that's just an excuse, you're capturing this moment and you'll let me watch it tomorrow to see how ugly I cry." He continued to laugh so much, "You're crazy." "Crazy for him." I winked horribly then continued to sob, "But he's not crazy for me ."

I managed to get my wobbly legs to work and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and wash off the stink of the club and the restroom. The fact that I almost got raped dawned on me when I was in the shower and I just stood there crying my eyes out. I didn’t think I was capable of crying anymore but I cried. I cried because I almost got rapped. I cried because I was in so much pain inside and I wasn’t sure of how to let it out. I cried because Nathaniel’s indifference was getting to me more than I cared to admit.

Mason's verbal onslaught continued, each word delivered with venom as he berated her. "You ugly sh*t! Why did you come into my life? Why are you even alive with your ugliness? You don't deserve to live!" Mason's scream reverberated through the room, the intensity of his anger threatening to crush Isabel's spirit. Dizziness engulfed her, and she felt as if each breath could be her last. The abrupt sound of a knock on the door shattered the chaos, jolting Mason back to reality. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. He released Isabel's throat, pushing her onto the bed, his own horror mirroring the gravity of his actions.

crying? "I didn't mean to... All I did was protect you from the greater damage Deokwa would have caused. I succeeded, but it drove you away from me. He also used my father, but Maria was smart enough to tell him everything. I don't know where they are, but I know they're safe. I shouldn't have come here, but I couldn't help it. I missed you so much, Felicia, my love... Hate me all you want, I never will. I understand you. I'll do everything to win you over again and to protect you without hurting you, I promise this time. I promised. Please... please come back to me... please..." I didn't realize I was crying too. I was giving in again. A single apology, a single tear, and I was giving in ag

“Fuck him.” I muttered under my breath and sniffled against my pillow as I tightened my hold on it. I had gone home straight from the event and cried myself to sleep. The cab man kept giving me pitiful looks as he looked at me from the rear view mirror and I didn’t care that I was ugly crying. All my crying had left me somewhat hungry but I didn’t have the energy to cook. It was morning and I looked horrible as well. Lifting myself off from the bed was a miracle in itself.

—"Crybaby, I can't carry you home this time." —"Lala, I'm not in pain, don't be sad for me..." —"I'll take care of anything you're afraid of, even people." —"Lala, I'm sorry. I’m just a fool who couldn't protect you..." "Ah!" Eulalia cried out in anguish. As the video ended, her account logged out automatically, and the computer screen went black. The sudden scream startled everyone in the internet café, and they turned to look at the corner filled with her sobs.