I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

I am even angry because he buried me in a big lie. "I always knew that you are cruel, Elijah. Even with your method to bring down Natalia, I couldn't imagine that you would use me. You took advantage at the time when I was vulnerable. You were not there when I needed you the most. You have many ways to choose Elijah, but you chose to hurt me." My tears started to flow and I felt like my heart was going to explode from the pain and the strength of its beating because of the anger. "Why is it so easy for you to hurt me?" My voice was shaking and a little raspy from crying. "How many times have I forgiven you for all your mistakes...even the fact that you were the one who killed me, I accepted

I shouted at him. "Baby---" "Stop calling me baby?! And can you just leave me alone?! You've hurted me so many times and now you still want to hurt me more?! Stop it Syl! I'm so hurt and shattered as you can see" I said and cried. Am I weak?

I blinked, and the burn in my eyes hit too fast. I turned, muttering something to Ryan.. didn’t even know what.. before slipping away from the crowd, ducking behind a wide column near the back. A waiter passed, and I shook my head, hands trembling. I shouldn’t have come. I should’ve prepared for this. Seeing him again.. seeing her.. like no time had passed. Like my world hadn’t burned down. I closed my eyes and forced a slow breath. You’re Elena Maxwell now. Remember that. You’re not the woman who begged Bruce not to throw her away. You’re not the friend who cried the day Selena testified.

I would never be weak again. I would never let anyone take something from me. And I would become strong enough that no one would ever dare to hurt me the way they had. -

Let her feel what it’s like to have someone she loves betrayed by family. The thought should have disgusted me, but instead, the alcohol made it make so so much sense, made it fell like justice. I paid my tab, grabbed an unopened bottle from the counter when the bartender wasn’t looking, and stumbled out to my car. The world tilted as I climbed in, but I didn’t care. I don't care an-anymore. I was done hurting. It is time to hurt them back.🤕

“So it’s okay if I try to fuck you out of my system. I just can’t try to love my way back into your heart?” His ugly question makes me wince. “You’re totally misunderstanding me. I just don’t… I don’t want to get hurt again, okay?” “Hurting and losing you the first time damn near killed me. I won’t let it happen again.” I sit back in my seat, watching the sparse traffic slide by. It is warm, despite being nearly one in the morning. But the vibe across the seat is chilly.

I close my eyes, my arms empty, my heart shattered, and make a silent vow: I will survive this. Somehow, I will be strong again. And when I am, everyone who caused this pain will pay. This isn't over. It's only beginning.

He had already said some hurtful stuff but he topped it every time. Her shoulders dropped in defeat as she turned her back on him. "How dare you Raj", Faye gave him a death glare. "You caused this, she has been tweaking out every since you left. She never wanted you, you forced yourself in and now??,If something happens to her, I swear..... Lylah could still hear them. It was good to witness someone still had her back, but she was done with this. She needed to get away and she would. Maybe denial was a river she'd love to drown in.

Killain It's all happening again, my mistakes, I've hurt her all over again. I never do anything right , the only thing I'm good at is opening people up and stitching them back up. Nothing ever works and I'm tired. I hate this …I fucking hate that I always make the wrong decisions whenever it comes to people that I care about and now it's happening all over again. I'm better now … in fact, I'm supposed to be discharged tomorrow, but I'm leaving this place now.

No manipulation, no hidden agendas, no expectations beyond what I was willing to give. "I'm scared," I confessed. "Of getting hurt again. Of trusting someone and being wrong. Of—" "I know." His hand found mine in the darkness, his fingers warm and steady. "But Bianca, you can't live your whole life protecting yourself from potential pain. At some point, you have to be brave enough to try again." "What if I'm not ready?"