I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

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?"

I replied, my voice low, “but beauty can be dangerous. It makes you feel things you’re not ready to feel. I’m still haunted by so much... by every cruel word, every moment of humiliation.” He reached out, taking my hand gently in his. “I know,” he whispered. “I know I was the one who hurt you most. I can’t erase what I did. But I want to be the one who stands by you now—to show you that I’m not that man anymore.”

One thing is for sure He is going to break my heart again and this time beyond any repair. ***TBC***

“Now I don’t know if I can let go of the hurt.” He stepped closer, his footsteps quiet but deliberate. "I understand that. And I don't expect you to forgive me overnight. I know I’ve done more damage than I could ever fix with a few words. But I’m willing to spend every day proving to you that I’m not the man I was before. I’m not that cold, ruthless businessman anymore. Not when it comes to you."

And I was already so goddamn tired of paying. Still… somewhere in the dark, a flicker of something stirred. Maybe it was rage. Maybe desperation. Or maybe—God help me—it was hope. The faintest whisper that maybe this time, I could claw my way out. Not now. Not tonight. But someday. And when I did? I’d never let anyone hurt me again. .....

How do you let yourself get hurt again by the same person who destroyed you? He reached for me slowly this time. Like I might disappear if he moved fast. His fingers touched my face. They shook. "Then let me hurt for it. Let me spend every breath proving I still belong to you. Because I do, Calla. Even when I was blind, I did." His touch was warm. I knew it. For a moment I was twenty again. Standing in the moonlight while he promised to love me forever. Liar, something in my head said. But another voice, smaller and broken, said back: What if he means it now?

“ Do you think that I would hurt you again? I wasn't joking when I said that I wouldn't hurt you anymore” I forced a smile at him. “ I guess that I can't help it. I just can't. I mean, you have hurt me before, so how am I sure that you wouldn't do the same again?” “Sheee…” his hands patted the side of my face. “ I wouldn't hurt you” his voice came out still. “ I would never go back on my word. I had a reason for the first, and I am sorry, I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

I wriggled my body beneath him and placed my hands on his shoulders to stop him from getting closer, “I can’t keep still Sebastian. I can’t do this. I’m.. I’m not ready” The memory of how I was hurt by him came back to light. I closed my eyes feeling the warm tears wetting my cheeks. I murmured by words as my mind went back to the time where he had hurt, “Please, don’t hurt me. Not again. I can’t take it anymore”

A pain worse than any thing I'd felt before. Am I really going to lose her…. again?