He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

"I'm such an idiot. I should have known better. No one wants someone like me. I'm a disgrace." "How could I have let myself dream that way, what was I thinking? How could I have been so stupid? So fucking stupid!" I wailed louder, this hurt so bad, no words were enough to explain how I truly felt. I thought back to the night we shared, and how they had made me feel like I was the only person in the world. But now, I realized it was all a lie. "They used me," I whispered, my heart heavy with grief. "They used me for their own amusement, and now they're discarding me like trash."

I am nothing. "Clean yourself up. I'll have these sheets changed. You look disgusting." I quietly stood up and walked to the bathroom, not even bothering to argue anymore. I feel like he did own my soul and body because I feel nothing anymore. This is the worst thing he could possibly ever do to me. I am nothing. This is my life until the day I die. Until the day he decides to get rid of me, permanently.

But in the end, they had both walked away without a second thought. Casillas cast me aside. Harry lit the match. They had both abandoned me. Tonight, I was nothing, just like the people I looked down on. Desperate. Disposable. And in the end, completely, utterly alone. My vision blurred into flame and blackness, and then there was nothing.

"She's lost her appeal. She's nothing like the woman I brought in. Pack her up and kick her out. I'll find someone fresh." The words hit me like a physical blow, sending a jolt through my chest. Was this the Uncle Mike I thought I knew? He had hand-delivered me into this hell just so he could trade my agony for cash. Now that I was "damaged goods," he was discarding me like trash. There was no family bond, not a shred of affection. Every last hope inside me snuffed out. I didn't wait for them to throw me out. I packed my bags and walked out of that club steeped in blood and despair.

And then he walked away. Left me on the ground. Like I was nothing. Just some slut he used to find his own release. Just a crying, sweating, broken mess.

“Getting rid of her would be no loss to us at all.” “For safety’s sake, it’s best to get rid of her. She’s too unpredictable.” I felt the weight of their words press down on me, a suffocating realization sinking in. In their eyes, I was nothing. A tool, a thing to be discarded once I had outlived my usefulness. I turned my head, my eyes desperately seeking Jace. The air seemed to shrink around me as my body fought for oxygen, my pulse racing. I gasped for breath, my throat tightening, and I felt the world slipping away.

Just smiled. Watched myself disappear inside her again and again. Watched the way her body gave up. The tremor in her thighs. The slick down her legs. The broken way she moved like a thing that knew how this story always ended. Not a woman. Not even a person. A vessel. Used. Discarded. Forgettable. And I couldn’t stop thinking— how none of it meant anything. “What are you gonna do with it now?” I asked, voice flat, eyes still on the screen.

"And all this time you said nothing." My chest constricted, shame and anger rising like bile. "It wasn't your secret to carry. It was mine." How was I supposed to tell him? "I couldn't tell you," I whispered. “How was I supposed to tell you I was a reject ?" His eyes softened just slightly, but the storm didn't fade. "You think that matters to me? You think I can stand here and hear him—hear anyone—speak of you like that? Like you're disposable, and not want to tear them apart?"

"We heard you were awake. We wanted to speak to you" "I have nothing to say to you" I said coldly. "I have nothing to do with your family anymore. I only want my son and you'll never see me again" they exchanged a nervous glance. "You can't do that. He's our grandson. They are our grandchildren" "They are nothing to you. You kicked me out with nothing. You didn't care if I survived the night alone with nowhere to go" "We didn't know" "That shouldn't have stopped you from treating me like a human being. My mother was your friend but in the end, you discarded me like nothing. You tried to cover up what happened. You locked my mother away in a home"

I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste blood. Still, the tears refused to listen. Why? Why would he treat me like this? Only hours ago... Only hours ago, he had looked at me with such intensity that I'd believed every heartbeat between us meant something. Now... Now I felt discarded. Used. Like I had served a purpose that had already expired. The thought made my stomach twist violently. Had that been all I was? One night? One mistake? One moment of weakness? Questions attacked me one after another. Was his kindness ever real?