Novel & Cerita I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again

You weren't here with me,” “But I am now. Hara,” He mused, stretching out his hand for mine, “It's not too late to start over. We're mates, and no matter the pain we've caused each other, we can still heal as long as we're together. Take my hand, let's return home. You and I, just like old times,“ “So you could abuse me again?”

I can no longer hold back my tears and I feel like how it suddenly burst out. I want to punch and hurt Fritz for hurting me and for still hurting me up until this moment but I know if I would face him again, matatahimik lamang muli ako at walang magagawa kung hindi piliting magmatigas kahit pa sa huli ay iiyak na naman ako. Nakakainis lang isipin na pilit kong itinatatak sa isipan ko na hindi na ako marupok, na hindi na ako iiyak pa sa oras na makaharap ko siya pero ang totoo, hindi ko pa pala talaga kaya at hindi pa ako lubos na nakakalaya mula sa nakaraan.

I wasn’t ready for anything like love. Love hurts. I wanted to love. But I wasn’t prepared to get hurt. I thought I was ready for love but I wasn’t. I knew I’d leave and that was my excuse to say that I was more than prepared. So, when the pain came, I packed my things and left. I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t stand being in pain. There, I knew I wasn’t anywhere near ready for it.

“I’m not ready to be part of anybody’s world. I was burned too much to start over.” I was not ready for hopes of ‘ever after’ just yet. The healing had to be complete for me. I didn’t hurt at the thought of Bryan and Geena anymore. I may hate them forever, but I’m not affected with what they do with their lives. I didn’t even think about them anymore. I still cringed at the thought of entering into a serious relationship or going steady with another guy. To trust that one man would only have eyes for me… for all eternity? I was not yet ready to risk that. I couldn’t go through the hell of heartbreak again.

Tears were streaming my eyes, and everything hurt. “Where’s Albert?” I was already screaming. “She’s in shock,” I heard somebody saying those words, but I shook my head. Nobody would understand the pain. No one would know the pang of losing someone over and over again. The memories of Albert pierced through my heart that I felt like I would go crazy. He couldn’t be gone. Why did I have to come back if I would just experience much more pain? Wake me up! Wake me up! Wake me up! “Wake me up!” I did not know I had been screaming those words until somebody wrapped arms around me. I tried to wriggle away from him, but he held on to me tighter.

“I'm not going to wait until you're done, 'cause you pretended you don't need anyone, 'cause you see that I'm naked, ohh, you see that I'm naked I'm not going to try 'til you decide you're ready to swallow all your pride, I'm standing here naked, I'm standing here naked I'm standing, I'm standing here,” I feel so lost. And I fucking want to end this thing! I’m so dumb to hurt her. “I’m sorry Cali.”

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.

30| HURT Roxie and Tanner watch me in silence as I drink directly from Tanner's bottle of alcohol. I feel like shit and I have never felt like this before. I have always been this carefree person, but the minute Caleb showed up in my life, everything went to shambles. We fought and fought, then he proposed to me, and then I finally ended the relationship. The first year, I thought I was gonna die. I'd given up on relationships and I vowed to focus on my job and have fun. And fun, I agreed to have by following Roxie to this top Miami club. And that was when I met this beautiful blonde man, with a smile that can melt your heart. He was the best thing that's ever happened to me in a long time.

I even heard them calling my name, but I continued walking away. I’m not mad at Paul; I'm just mad at myself. I don't know, but I'm not ready for his answer because I know it will hurt me again. I'm tired of getting hurt. I'm so done with that feeling.

It clung to the air, so thick I could almost choke on it. Guilt was crushing me, ripping me apart from the inside out. I had hurt her again after I promised her I never would. It seemed no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t heal the pain I’d inflicted upon her. Instead, I just kept breaking promises and making things worse. I had to prepare myself for her rejection because there was no way she would forgive me now.