Say It In My Face Quotes Novels & Stories

"I survived! You all wanted to bury me six feet under but here I am! Still as strong and beautiful as ever!" I don't care that I don't believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but I care that the more I say them, the more courageous they make me. "It was just a bad day you stupid fuckers! You put hands on the wrong person! How dare you all! I'm standing! Shame on you! I am standing tall!" My wobbly legs move on their own accord, causing me to stumble but I'm quick to catch myself. My laughter hysteria as I throw my head back. "fottuti bastardi!"

As I stare at him, a smitten smile crawls on my face. "I was born ready." I cockily state. People might call me insane for daunting the idiot in front of me but I can't let this slide. I need to be strong, someone who's willing to stand up. His minion approaches me and slaps my right cheek. "You have no right to speak to him like that!" I wince at the stinging pain. Most people here are assholes, and the biggest one is the 35 year old looking shit face. Remember what I said, "a 35 year old looking piece of shit"

he said, barely able to stand upright and I let out a long hard laugh in his face laughing until my stomach hurt. “You must think you can push me around like you always did. In case I haven’t made myself clear then I would say it just this once” I said “I am not the same person you knew, if you think you or the stupid words that come out of that fucking hole you call a mouth scare me then you have got it wrong!” I made myself as clear as I possibly could without a single stutter “Get the fuck out of my face and stay the fuck away from me!” I repeated again

I stood and faced him. “You want to take me down?” I said, voice low and lethal. “Try. I’m not afraid of you. You want to humiliate me? Destroy me? Go ahead and give it your best shot.” A slow, wicked smile curled my lips. “I’ll be right here watching you fail.”

The only place I want to puke is on his fucking face. One last deep breath before I gather the words to speak. Then, with my gaze focused on his forlorn face, I part my lips to speak. “I hate you.” The words feel heavy on my tongue, only because of how much I mean them. “I fucking hate you.”

He asked breathlessly trying to take his eyes of me. "Umm. Isn't there a saying that "The real man smiles even in trouble,gathers strength from distress, and grows brave by reflection? Maybe sometimes we just need to smile to clear one's mind.." I said euthusitically, still fighting against his gaze. He remained silent for a while as his mode changed immediately, whaaat!! Have I said something wrong.?? He turned his back against me. "Really? What about some painful memories that can never been erased?"

His dirty face drains of colour and I smirk. “So do as she says or die?”

“What do you have that I’ll be jealous of?” “For one, my kindness, you said that yourself.” “Hm.” “And you just can not deny that this face is not more than appealing.” “What face?” I tried to look disgusted, once again, he forced my head back down. I laughed, this guy was plain crazy.

And in a cold, low voice, he said to me. "Get out of my face.”