He Treated Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

"If… If people find out I came to you for treatment, then my condition… No one can know about that. I can't let that happen." I was a complete wreck, my mind already filling with images of everyone calling me every name in the book.

I am sad too. "I am going to make your life a living hell now. Even worse. I won't involve the police because I will punish you myself. You will be treated like nothing except my fuck toy. You will get spoiled food once a week and water one sip a day. You will always stay naked. No clothes for you. No electricity for you. You will be locked in 1 room with just a floor forever. You will never be treated like a human being again from this day on." He said holding my hair painfully. Fair enough.

At the same time, my heart was broken. I honestly used to think that I was the problem. Maybe I wasn’t doing enough. I used to have confidence in myself, thought I was the total package until I met him. One day he cared, the next I wouldn’t even hear from him. The uncertainty of it all had me feeling so low at one point. It made me sick thinking about it. I felt a sadness for myself, for that person that longed for him. I can’t believe I allowed him to treat me like I was nothing.

True, my other senses were coping with my lack but there was always missing. I was like a ghost—— a photograph. You could see me like I'm a normal person like everybody else yet the feeling was nowhere. I was different and it was torturing me. My Grandma had already spent everything she could just to give me those treatments. Those awful treatments I feared every time they inject me with something.

He didn't even acknowledge me, let alone take me seriously. I was powerless in this situation, and it was sickening. How could he think it was okay to treat me like this? To make me feel like an object, rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings? I wanted to scream, to lash out at him and make him understand how much he was hurting me. But I knew it was pointless. He was too self-absorbed to care about anyone else but himself.

“My apologies.” It was a sharp contrast from how he had treated me before and I couldn’t help the indignation that rose up in me. I glued my mouth shut and brushed past both of them without another word. The last time anyone spoke to me like that, I was at home and I didn’t realize how much I hated it until I got a glimpse of what it was like to be treated like a person.

“I am not giving you up for them.” Nyra’s throat bobbed. “But, ” “But nothing,” I said, the words cutting clean. “Don’t ever speak of yourself like you’re some burden I can discard.” Her gaze flickered, hurt and disbelief tangled together. “I know why you said it,” I added, softer, because I did. I understood. “They’ve treated you like you’re less than dust. They’ve taught you to call yourself useless before anyone else can.” Nyra’s lashes trembled.

"The awakening I required doesn't come from a comfortable life." "I was starved, and maltreated!" I said. "You put me in a house where I was called nothing and treated like I wasn't human and you arranged every piece of it." "Yes," he said, unapologetically. Just that. One word. Delivered without hesitation, without apology, without any acknowledgment that he was describing what had been done to a person rather than a variable in a calculation. I felt the gold warmth rise in my chest and pressed it down hard.

What he said. “I don’t love you” “You are just a substitute .” Those words played in my head like a curse. “You don’t get to care now,” I said quietly. He blinked. “What?” “You treated me like I was nothing,” I said, trying not to raise my voice. “Like I was just a substitute. Like I didn’t matter. You told me you loved me, and then you told her you didn’t. I was just a piece in your game, wasn’t I?”

But never, not once, had anyone treated me with the spite and cruelty that Theron Grey did. Like I was a piece of dirt. As I began walking back, my steps slow but steady, I muttered under my breath. "Theron Grey. You bloody arrogant bastard." What hurt more wasn't just the words. It was my helplessness. To him, I was nothing. And truthfully, I really was nothing. Insignificant. It took him absolutely nothing, just one cold glance, to make me feel small, like I didn't even deserve to breathe the same air. To put me in my place.