Never Knew I Could Hurt Like This Novels & Stories

I might be a shit brother, but I’d never knowingly hurt anyone, at least not without a damn good reason. “Yeah, I knew what was going to happen, but knowing and experiencing it are completely different. My sister, my twin sister told me to fuck off and that she hoped I was sent here. Do you have any idea how much that hurts? I still don't understand why we couldn’t at least tell her. I mean, come on, all of this is for her and her mates.”

My online boyfriend had been my sister's nemesis. He and my sister had been desk mates in high school, always competing for the top spot in their grade. He ranked first, while she ranked second. They could barely stand each other, yet they both ended up attending the same university in our city. Every time my sister came home for a break, she spent days complaining to me about him. This time, she came home with her suitcase and an unusually bright smile on her face. Mom teased her. "How come you did not mention your favorite nemesis this time? You seem to be in such a good mood. Do you have something going on?" My sister laughed and handed Mom a gold necklace. "Here. Your future son‑

But something about this day feels different. Where is this even coming from? Am I changing for a man who I have never met before? The idea that I can hurt him astounds me. We barely know each other. There’s no way I can hurt him, albeit I can make things harder than they have to be, and it's something I’m fully aware of. I stand in a dark corner and watch him unravel, acknowledging that right now, he’s fragile. Any step or move he doesn’t see coming has the potential to set him off like a ticking time bomb.

She said, “How do you know that's what I was thinking?" I said I know that was going through your mind because it was going through mine. That movie could have been about us if the guy hadn't been British and the plot was a little different. I am being completely honest with you, that movie had me feeling like I wanted to cry and it's because of what I did to you. I lied and hurt you just like he lied and hurt her with that bet. He quit drinking but then started again just like I did and he said hurtful things to her just like I did. I am so sorry for hurting you baby. I don't want to end up like them. I want to be happy and I want you to be the reason for my happiness. I want to be the reas

I am hurt ------------------------------------ Once I heard the voice I dreaded the most all the color drained from my face. If one saw me they will think I have seen a ghost. ------------------------------------ NEET U...u...u...How did u get my number..No u are someone else... UNKNOWN Do u think u can escape that easily...not a chance. ------------------------------------ Now all the doubts went out of the window only he can use such evil and menacing voice. I can feel myself shaking remembering all the bad things I have been through and worse.

If you didn't consider humiliating me on purpose, you wouldn't have dropped his ashes on the floor. "Everything that happened before and after his death is all your fault! If you really feel bad about it, you should kill yourself. Just die! I don't want your disgusting love!" I started venting about all the humiliation I went through all these years. As I grabbed Caleb's collar, all I could think of was Julie's delight at my misery and his neglect and disdain toward me. I punched Caleb hard, over and over again. The more blows I landed on him, the more powerful they were.

All I knew was that I was hurting, and I didn't know how to stop the pain. In that moment, I felt like I was drowning in my emotions, unable to find a lifeline to cling to. The pain was suffocating, making it hard to breathe. I didn't know how to escape the heartache, didn't know how to make it stop. All I could do was stand there, frozen in agony, and let the emotions consume me.

Fuck. I’ve never felt this bad about blood. I didn’t mean to hurt her, and for the first time in my life, I actually feel bad for hurting someone. I didn’t feel this fucking bad when I shot my father in his right arm at ten years old. I’ve never felt bad for killing anyone. Geal was there for her, and I just stood there, completely frozen by the fucking mess I caused. I hurt the one person I was supposed to protect, and I don’t even know how to deal with that shit.

Just one hit on the jaw, and he's already lying unconsciously on the floor. I didn't mean to hurt her, but f*ck I was new to this. I was raised and trained to be a murderer. I was a killer machine. I fell in love once and regretted it. Love made me weak and stupid. But..here I was head over heels in love with a woman who had no reserve for everything. She laughed loud, talked too much, moved, and ate with no poise at all, and d*mn there wasn't a day that she would look for trouble. The moment the back of my palm collided with her soft reddish cheek, I knew I was done. She would never forgive me.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC