Bullied By The Badboy
“And she knew that, so she used it to her advantage. At some point, I stopped trying to fight it. I will just sit and wait for her in the dark. If I didn’t struggle, it would end faster. Maybe that’s when she broke me. It became constant. From once a month to once a week and almost every night. It was awful, Gracie.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper.
He cups my face and swipes his hand under my eyes. “Don’t be sorry, it’s over now. It won’t happen again. She will never touch me again,” he says with so much hate and vengeance that I shiver. Tears roll down my cheeks. “Don’t cry. It’s not your fault.”
“I know. I wish I could help.”
“You helped,” he replies with a kiss to my nose, another to my lips.