I'm Ready To Be Hurt Again Novels & Stories

Rather than asking myself these questions, I should probably think about whether I was ready to get hurt again? Because if I do get hurt again, it was guaranteed that I will be completely shattered.

The apartment was quiet, dead quiet as a matter of fact, the only thing you could hear was Jay's groans every now and then and my lips would pull up in a proud manner. But they were just merely a reminder to my own wounds that still needed tending but I wouldn't let it happen because I'm too stubborn. I looked at every single man that was still alive and in the room with me, none that I wanted to hurt except for Reed, but I was told to be a good girl and I was trying.

The speech I overheard when I wanted to go back to the room replayed in my mind like a curse: "I’m done being the sad little girl. I’m done being the child. I’m done allowing myself to be hurt. I’m done crying and feeling sorry for myself. This is the time to move on." Those words sliced deeper than any blade. Move on? From me? I turned a little whiskey from the bottle and the whiskey burned down my throat, but it didn’t quench the fire inside me. Nothing could. My fists clenched so tight my knuckles went pale, my jaw aching from grinding down every ounce of restraint I had left.

My eyes were burning so hot, but I wanted to take more of what I was taking, so I called the bar tender's attention again. "Please, I'll need two more shots." At least I was certain that would be enough to get me to a wasted state and that was exactly what I wanted right now. I gulped down the third one, but this time, it wasn't as hot and new as the first one I drank. Maybe my throat was already getting used to it. Tears rolled down my eyes without my notice. As my tears dropped on the counter, I realized that I was still hurt. Why can't I stop getting hurt over what happened two years ago? Why was it so hard for me to forget everything about Alessandro even from two years ago

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t just heartbroken. I was fucking furious and I was ready. Ready to hurt them back and very ready to completely and utterly destroy them.

I know what I have to do. This time, I am ready. I am ready. The intensity of the betrayal leaves me undone, leaves me undone and unhinged, leaves me undone and unhinged and unbearably human.

The memories of heartbreak and betrayal resurfaced, casting a shadow over any glimmer of hope that had dared to take root within me. "I can't," I whispered, my voice trembling with determination. "I can't go down that road again. I've had my heart broken, and it took three years for me to come out of the pain and suffering. I can't bear to feel all those feelings again." Hazel's expression softened with understanding, though a hint of sadness lingered in her eyes. She reached out, her hand hovering over mine in a silent gesture of support. "I understand, Morana," she said softly. "But just know that I'll be here for you, no matter what you decide."

“Yeah, man. Take me anywhere. Tonight, you’re my guy. Help me forget about this mess, and tomorrow, I want to wake up a different man.” There was no harm in letting loose a little. I had earned the right to feel, to hurt, and now — to heal.

Languidly, I move my head to negate his words, permitting my heavy lids to shut as I mutter, “No, Vyin...I don’t care what it is you are, nor what people paint you as...I want to believe in who you are in front of me and who you are within yourself” I must be crazy to still hold so strongly to my belief after all that’s happened. Once again, this beast has bitten me, injured my being, and yet...is it because each time he hurts me, he comes back to lick the wounds away? Ah, I’m losing my mind for sure.

and now I realized how much I must have hurt him. I looked at my safe heaven and the moon shining on us... Last time when I was here I was with him, now again I am with him but there is nothing the same. Last time I was ready to share my safe heaven with him and now... now he is the man who has hurt me the most and maybe I am doing the same... trying my best to hurt him back... is that what I am doing? Hurting him to take my revenge? is that right? Is that making me feel any good? The answer is no... Seeing him in pain is making me feel more pain even after taking two pills. Not right... what is it between us that is broken but still not broken? What to do? I will never get closure like this