I Was Always Second Until I Left Novels & Stories

The room was awfully quiet as Carmen watched Liam walk over to the table and sat down. Then he picked up his fork and started cutting into his stick. “Are you not going to sit?” Liam asked, lifting his head to meet her eyes. “No, I'm not. I got to leave. I can't believe I left my family for this!” Carmen mumbled with an aching heart. “Fine. See you tomorrow, Mrs. Ash.” “Why are you doing this!”

I was a part of something and I thought we would be in this together for a long run but I was wrong. Then the second one came along, Adrian left. I started to lose hope after he left. Adrian and I were so close with each other that the moment he left was a hard blow for me. Adrian told me that he was happy to start a new chapter of his life and he even suggested me to do it too.

Dear dog poops who I call my brothers, Well, I used to call you guys. But now if I call you that, I am the most shameless person who will be alive. I gave you many chances. Do you remember that? If not let me remind you. I gave you a chance when I am just five years old. You guys and your father left me. I thought that maybe you just misunderstood the situation. I left it there believing that everyone needs a second chance in their life. How naive of me. I am an Idiot. A stupid. I gave you a second chance when I was ten years old when I was in an orphanage. Your father knew it. You guys left me again. Okay…… I thought. And then once again when I needed you guys the most when I was fourteen y

The key point was that I was not one of those special people to him. My heart gradually grew numb. I knew it was time for me to leave.

This man who had always been my best friend, loved me? I grew bitter as I thought it over, “it’s too late. You have a mate. Now excuse me.” I shoved him off and left his room. I smoothed out my skirt and started my strut down the hall and to the school. I would hold my head up high, no matter what. Gray’s POV

“It was.” He hesitates. “So you just… left?” “No,” I say. “They kicked me out first.” His lips part slightly. “Julius—” “It’s fine,” I interrupt lightly. “I had money. Pride. A bruised ego. The usual starter pack.” “That doesn’t make it fine.” I smile at him. “You always did that. Cared way too much” He looks away. “I didn’t know that happened to you.” “You weren’t supposed to,” I say. “You already carried enough.”

He just stood there, watching as his bitch spat venom at me. "You’ll always be someone’s second option—if you’re lucky." Those words echoed inside me long after the crowd scattered, long after Sophie walked off in her designer heels with her perfect smile. Second option. Second choice. The longer the words spun through my mind, the more they started to feel like truth. Why did it have to be me? Why was I always second—even to my own mother? Even there, I wasn’t enough. I stood frozen, staring into empty space while the whispers around me turned sharp and jagged. Laughter. Pity. Mocking voices that sliced deeper than any blade.

Was he aware that I was seconds away from tearing apart the illusion they had built… from revealing the humiliation I had endured in their hands all these years? I stared at him. At the subtle way he shook his head. A small motion, almost unnoticeable to others—but not to me. As if he was telling me no. As if he was reminding me—silently, firmly—that I wasn’t alone. That he was here. Beside me.Behind me. For me. The words echoed in my mind, foreign and unfamiliar, almost laughable. It felt like a joke. All my life, I had always come second to my sister. Always the shadow. Always the afterthought. Always the one left behind.

“I’m trying to stop.” The space between us felt suddenly smaller. Not because we moved. Because we noticed it. “I don’t belong here anymore,” I said, looking down at my dirty expensive shoes. “You all look at me like I’m a ghost.” “That’s because you left,” he said. I looked up. “I was eighteen.” “I know.” “You didn’t stop me.” “I wanted to,” he said. “Every day.” My breath caught. “You never said anything.” “You were already gone.”

It wasn’t because he was protecting her from the industry like he always said, it was because the one, and only woman he had ever loved had left him, and he didn’t want a repeat of that from the copy of the same woman. “I see. You already have it all planned out.” Laurie-Ann said, her calm and smooth voice, a huge contrast to the storm brewing in her chest. She wanted to cry, scream, but what good would that do, but give them the satisfaction they had broken her. Her mother always used to say this to her before she passed away. “You can’t break invisible tears.”