I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

But all I know is no matter if I love him or not, there can be nothing between us. I betrayed him once and the betrayal was not something very small. I hurt him so badly that I have no right to expect anything from him. The idea of us is like a beautiful fantasy, but I have got also harsh reality a long time ago, and the sting was so bad that I still feel it and I am not ready to get the same also again. You may call me a coward and that's okay because I call myself two. Indeed I am scared to open my heart again, I am scared of hurting someone again, and more than that I am scared to let anything good come near me because I know I will ruin it.

"You won't be alone, I'll be here and so will Ryder. You never know, you might get another chance.... The moon goddess might give you a second chance mate." "I don't want another chance! What, just so I can go through this shit again! Just so I can have my heart ripped out and stomped on again! Do you know how hard it was just to breathe? It hurts damn it!.... I don't want this, I don't want any of this!.... I just want it to be over!" I said. Yelling and crying as I spoke. "I won't let you, I won't let you hurt yourself. I won't let you leave us!"

Rica says and cheers with Marian, they're also clapping their hands so loud. I immediately focused my eyes on the big screen because my heart was confused again a while ago. I think I'm really getting very jealous of what I'm seeing. I want to ignore them, but I feel like I'm still trying to ignore them. That's what I get in here, pain. "Klara, you're about to start," Marian says and I gulp and get ready my voice. I was wrong when I hurt you But did you have to hurt me too Did you think revenge will make it better?

It made no sense to her that he'd be so furious over something that was not meant to be taken seriously. "I never wanted to hurt you," she said softly. "You think you hurt me? Please, you're just a mousey librarian I was stupid enough to pay attention to. I must have been truly fucking drunk out of my head to touch you. And I've regretted that night every single goddamn day of my life for the last two years!" His words wounded her more than she cared to admit, for a mind-blowing moment she felt like a speeding train had hurtled straight at her, and knocked all the air out of her lungs, ripping her heart to pieces.

Happy that nothing could hurt me again ever, because I didn’t care, I had given up. stood Infront of the mirror naked and inhaled deeply, happy that I didn’t care anymore. Happy that nothing could hurt me again ever, because I didn’t care, I had given up. stood Infront of the mirror naked and inhaled deeply, happy that I didn’t care anymore. Happy that nothing could hurt me again ever, because I didn’t care, I had given up.

I have seen how you treated me when I was doing nothing after my life turned down. I remember what you gave back to me in return. I remember how I was always there for you, and how you let me down when I needed you. I remember that burn in my soul in rage and frustration. I remember how badly you have hurt me. So, it’s okay if you don’t like me anymore. In fact, I don’t want you to like me as well. It’s better this way, more peace.

But to get to Liam. My stomach churns. It’s like tumbling backward through time, crashing headfirst into betrayal all over again. The worst kind of déjà vu. How is it possible to be fooled twice? Am I that naïve? That desperate to believe someone, anyone, could see me as more than a means to an end? I’d sworn I’d never let this happen again. So why does it still hurt so damn much?

"They chose other people over you." I closed my eyes. "Yes." She stepped closer. "So why do you still want to forgive them?" I opened my eyes. "Because I don't want to become you." Her smile disappeared. I stepped forward. "I've been hurt." My eyes began glowing. "I've been betrayed." My claws emerged. "I've been lied to." The darkness around me began shaking. "But I'm still me." The dark version screamed. "No!" I charged. Our bodies collided. And the moment we touched.

I just wanted to be heard, to be understood. "I'm just so tired," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being betrayed. I'm tired of being a good person, tired of being a good wife. I just want to be me, to be free from all of this pain and heartache."

“I promise I’ll make up for the hurt I caused. I’ll make it up twice over in the days to come.”