He Discarded Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

"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?

the old woman remarked as she exited my room. Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t! The anguish. I am well aware that I am insignificant in comparison to the Sorcerers present. Is it a bad thing to try? Is it wrong to seek freedom, even if it means paying a whip? I was locked in the room. That's when I understood I wasn't like them. I have the skill, but it pales in comparison to theirs. I'm still alive, but I'm just a weed that they step on instead of lovely flowers. I'm still no one and have nowhere to go. I'm not sure where I fit in, because we're a plague in our neighborhood. I can sense it now. I'm nothing but garbage.

“He told everyone you went back to your family. That they... disowned you.” I flinched. The words were worse than a slap. Disowned. Cast away. Forgotten. Not missing. Not dead. Not stolen. Just gone. Like I had never existed in the first place. A sharp, bitter laugh crawled up my throat, strangled and ugly. It sounded nothing like the silvery thing that drifted down from above. Mine was the laugh of someone who’d been buried alive. “He really covered all his tracks, didn’t he?”

"They threw you out of the back of a truck like trash." The thought hit too close to home. The sharp, metallic taste of betrayal washed over my tongue again, bringing back the image of Director Raymond throwing my boxes into the plaza, of Leo dropping my keys into a filthy puddle, of Zara standing over my ruined life with a victorious, cold smile. I had been discarded, too. Stripped of my name, my work, my worth, and tossed out into the storm to drown.

my voice cracks and I cry into my palms. Maya stuffs a tissue in my hand and I clean my eyes with it. "I have never felt so useless and meaningless." "You're not." "But I was. At that moment I was practically worthless and he made me know it, that my say didn't matter. I didn't feel like a human being, I felt...discarded. I had no choice Maya, I had to quit. He was going to make me take off the mask." I say, wiping the excess tears that keep flowing down my face.

They heard all the pleasure, and whispered between Luca, Matteo and me. My entire body locked up. A buzzing noise filled my ears, drowning out the rational part of my brain as my mind spiraled, rewinding through the last two days at a terrifying speed. Every moment. Every breath. Every moan. They knew. A wave of nausea slammed into me. I staggered back, my knees hitting the bed, but I barely felt it. Another message popped up. "You are a disgrace." Another. "You have been dismissed." Another. “We have abandoned you."

Who wants to take medication when even a grain of rice is hard to swallow? The gaping wound in my heart made me realize that there were many things I shouldn't have done in the name of love. I had been so foolish to give everything away to Uncle Vincent. In a situation like this, who wouldn't feel like garbage? Not only did Uncle Vincent abandon me. Even my mother refused to accept me. I thought parents were supposed to accept their children no matter what. But that didn't apply to me. My mother chose to discard me as well. From riches to rags, thrown away. Perhaps that's the fitting proverb to describe my current state.

My chest burned as I looked at her, the woman who had given me life and then cut me out of hers like I was nothing. “You don’t get to stand here and call my name,” I spat, my voice breaking. “You don’t get to look at me like you care. You disowned me. You both did. You and dad. Together.” Her lips parted, trembling. “Lily, please—” “No!” I snapped, the word ripping out of me. “Don’t talk. Just listen for once. Do you know what it’s like to be thrown out like trash? To hear your own mother say you’re not her daughter anymore?"

They pushed me out the door the three of them staring down at me like I was nothing. “Don’t ever think of coming back” my mom hissed throwing my tiny wallet at me and one by one they walked back into the house. The housekeeper looked down at me, her eyes filled with pity but there was nothing she could do. “Shut the damn door!” Jimmy shouted and she quickly did as she was told My own family threw me out like trash. I had nowhere else to go.