Romans & histoires Three Years After They Abandoned Me

It was crazy and outrageous how he could demand this. My father’s voice kept on echoing inside my head. I did the right thing abandoning you! I did the right thing abandoning you! I did the right thing abandoning you! Once, twice, thrice, then a thousand more times. It felt like my head would burst from the pressure. "Ahhhhhhh! Fucking stopppp! I don’t care!" I screamed. Wasn’t I his child too? What was my mistake? Why did he abandon me? It was okay that he did, I learned living without him.

That girl had arrived carrying lies, stolen all the attention, twisted the facts, kicked Ivy out of her position, and turned her into an unwanted outcast whom no one wanted. And now, the family that had given birth to her—or at the very least, raised her—was even enjoying a luxurious vacation overseas while laughing atop Ivy’s suffering, as though she had never existed in this world at all. “Why...” Ivy whispered hoarsely amid her sobs, her faint voice breaking apart inside the silent room. “Why was it so easy for you to throw me away? What did those fourteen years mean to you...?” Ivy’s crying grew more intense. Her sobs escaped freely, reflecting all the pain she had kept buried deep insid

She snapped at him. I could hear them from where I stood. For some reasons, I felt this sharp pain that she never told them who I was and on the other hand, I felt this blossoming happiness that she never did. "How could I have faced them today when all they would be interested in is knowing why I abandoned them 5 years ago?" I forced a smile as I hurriedly walked down to where they stood and I could tell Kanu was more of a mummy's boy and also protective.

Sweet Lord, this is gonna be so awkward. It's been three years since I last saw him and Monique. After finding out that my own bestfriend betrayed me, I decided to transfer to another section so I wouldn't see her again. I avoided them like the plague and somehow, I managed to not see them again. Thankfully, Irah went to study in another country and Monique suddenly vanished into thin air and I never heard from her again. I heard she ran away from home and dropped out, but I didn't care enough to find out. I was able to finish and achieve my dream as a nurse like my mother.

KERES~ Three years. That was how long it had been since the world I built with my own hands shattered. Three years since Ember vanished without a trace. Years of searching and of unanswered questions. Lonely years of waking up every morning hoping the bond would suddenly spark back to life but it never did. And today was no different. The iron gates of the prison closed behind me with a loud metallic clang as I stepped out into the cold afternoon air. The sound echoed through the quiet yard sharply, like a reminder of the countless times I had walked this same path.

My facial muscles contorted in agony as I reached my hands out. Fragments of chaotic memories flooded my mind, making my head feel as though it were being stretched thin. It was uncomfortable, and it was painful. I remember now. I remember your name. But please, I beg you, do not go away. You promised to protect me, so please, do not leave. Do not abandon me in this world. Please do not. I have been alone for over three years, so I beg you, do not walk away.

Zayn continued, "Boss, a year ago, you suddenly left us a note saying you were going to search for your family. You abandoned us and left Sisilia Island just like that. "You said it would only take three months, but you didn't return for an entire year! I went through a lot to track your whereabouts. "If I hadn't come to find you, were you planning to abandon us for real? Were you not going to come back at all?" His eyes reddened. They had all been a group of orphans growing up together in dire circumstances. To survive, they looked out for each other and worked together toward a common goal. More than a decade later, their hard work and determination had finally paid off.

Ceres's POV After a few seconds, the call connected, and that very familiar voice of my best friend, Jasmine, rang out. “Ceres, is that you?” she asked in disbelief. As soon as I heard her voice, I was choked up with emotions all over again. I couldn't blame her for asking that question. After all, it had been three years since we last spoke to each other. I had abandoned her, as I did every member of my family and pack, and now, look where that had gotten me. I wiped my free-flowing tears with the back of my hand and sniffled.

“Are you blind, or just stupid? I’m not fit to operate.” “And even if I were,” I added coldly, “I wouldn’t take favors from you. I don’t play politics with lives.” I walked out before he could respond. The rest of the day, I worked by doing paper works, avoiding the theatre. By evening, Itzayana redressed my hand. I’d worsened the injury earlier by clenching, tightening, refusing to let go. At nine, I finally went home. My mother-in-law sat rigidly in the living room, her expression icy.

A stranger who gave me a life in this world that I didn't even wish to be here. "You're not a kid anymore. You grow up so fast," she said. I don't know if it's a compliment or not. So what if I'm not that kid anymore? It's been 3 years since they left me. What do they expect? Did they expect me to cry at their shoulder, begging them to take me? No! Over my dead body, I will not do that.