Here Comes The Hurt Again Novels & Stories

I appreciate her transparency. 'You’re right, Bee. I apologise to you both, I just… I don’t feel I have a right to complain to either of you. After what I did, I deserve this, so what right do I have to vent or complain to the people whom I hurt so horribly?' I say, unable to hold back the shame and sorrow I feel when I think of Jennifer screaming in pain, collapsing on the ground as her heart began to give out.

He comes back 3 minutes later with a bag of frozen beans and comes towards me, sits in the bed beside me and places the frozen bag on my head and I grab it from him. "Thanks" I mutter. He sighs in response and shakes his head. "Is it bad? Like does it hurt a lot? Because I could go get dad, I heard them taking in the living room" By them he means dad, Dan and Matt. I shake my head. "It's not that bad, I'm gonna be fine" I say. He nods and sighs "shit Fran I really am sorry, I didn't mean to get this...." He trails off and pushes his hand through his hair. "I went too far, I didn't realize how much force I was using".

"That baby didn't ask for any of this. You locked me in that room with those collectors. If Uncle Vincent hadn't come to save me, I would have died right there on that floor." "You killed my child, and instead of apologizing, you brought all these people here to laugh at me? To pick at my wounds? Do you want me to die for you? Is that what you want?" Vincent stepped forward. He put a hand on Evelyn's shoulder and glared at me with pure disgust. "You've done enough damage. Bringing cameras into my home? Streaming this for the whole world to see? Haven't you ruined her enough already? What more do you want from her? She's lost everything. Her baby. Her marriage. Her peace of mind. Just stop. S

So, I knew that this day would eventually come. I nodded slightly and ushered Leta into my place. "Have some warm water to drink. When did you get here?" Leta was a little startled by my unexpected gentleness. She quickly explained, "Oh, I just got here." I looked at the thin layer of snow that had accumulated on her and nodded, not exposing her lie. She seized my hand, and before she even said anything, her warm tears had already fallen onto my hand. "Harvey, I—" "I'm no longer called Harvey," I said.

"You need to learn that mistakes come with a price." As per her instructions, the guards grabbed my ankle and wrenched it outward. "Ah!" A tearing, bone-deep agony ripped through my fracture site as if countless needles were twisting in my bone marrow. The pain was so intense that my vision blacked out, and my body spasmed uncontrollably. "P-Please…" I begged in a broken voice as agony seized my chest. "It hurts, Bianca…" For a split second, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she stiffly said, "I'll let it slide this time. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or else—"

The impact slammed through my body. Pain erupted through my injured side. I stumbled backward. Hart came again immediately. Faster. Stronger. Angrier. This wasn’t a fight. This was survival. I blocked. Dodged. Moved. Every motion hurt. Every breath hurt. Every heartbeat hurt. The wound in my side screamed with every movement. Come on. Come on. Where are the police? Hart swung again. I ducked. Barely. His fist missed my jaw by inches. Then I saw it.

I really want to believe that "Give me one last chance , I won't let this slip again. I will do it right" He said and I don't know what to do.. I don't know what to answer. I turned to him and he looked at me seriously "I won't hurt you again.. I swear I won't" "I'm not that easy" I said and he chuckled "I'll earn it.. I'll make you fall for me all over again Kayla" I turned away and find myself slowly smiling. I miss him.. and I hope he won't hurt me again this time.

Everyone really is here. "Hiiiiiiii Grid," I say as I reach out. A hand extends and grasps my dirty blood-stained hand. "Oh, my hand'll ruin your nail honeyyyy." "You need to do it now!" she urges to Bennet. "Oh and hi Cayce!" "This is going to hurt," says Bennet, but he bends down and next thing I know searing white-hot pain is coursing through my body. I scream and trash about, but multiple hands hold me down. Tears leak from my eyes as what feels like acid is poured into my wound.

“You went behind my back. How could you do that? I didn’t mean to hurt him. God, I would never hurt him. I love him. But he was so angry, so hurt, and I couldn’t get through to him. He wouldn’t listen. He looked at me like I’d betrayed him, like I’d done the one thing he could never forgive. My sobs grow louder. I curl into myself, trying to muffle the sound. I hate this feeling, the helplessness, the guilt. It’s choking me, and I don’t know how to stop it. I want him back. I want him to come back and tell me it’s okay, that we’ll work through this. That he understands why I did what I did. Please come back.

Accept it. Acceptance had never hurt this much before.