You Can't Handle The Truth Meme Novels & Stories

I chuckled and asked, "Are you really sure the person in the videos is you?" Frowning, Madison said innocently, "Phoebe, I know you don't like me, but the person in those videos is really me. Although I didn't show my face, look at these hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?" "Indeed." I nodded. But then, I stretched out my own hands for everyone to see. "Now, take a look at my hands. Aren't they exactly the same as the ones in the videos?"

Adele~ Arriving at Sapphire Bistro, the first thing I was given wasn't the hug I expected, but a free trip to Trendle. Reading the brutal comments, I didn't know whether to join in the laughter or cry. It was common knowledge that Trendle had the most destructive, savage, unforgiving humor online. If you trended there, it was either because you’d done something extraordinary or embarrassingly tragic. Unfortunately for Ryan, it was both. I scrolled, blinking back a mix of disbelief and amusement as meme after meme filled my screen. One had Ryan’s face edited onto a mop with the caption: “When your ex sweeps the industry while you sweep floors.”

Let's start over. "Start over?" I barked a harsh laugh. "Trust is like a mirror, Yvonne. Once broken, it can never be mended, not without cracks. You don't honestly believe we'd still have a chance, do you?" My question rendered her speechless. At that moment, Anna dashed out from behind Yvonne and grabbed my leg, howling, "Dad! Dad, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have lied to you or pretended you were my uncle! Please don't leave me, Dad! I miss you!"

Rebecca quickly pulled up the trending posts online, and right there at the top was a video of Marvin performing a surgery three months earlier. He was in the middle of everything when a phone call came through. Without a second thought, he bolted, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. The patient almost did not make it out of surgery alive, and when the family confronted him for answers, he just called the cops and had them hauled away for causing trouble. Then, there was Marvin, caught on video in a hospital affair with a nurse, and it went viral.

He looked around the class, then his eyes stopped on me. Just for a second. But I felt it. He remembered me. My heart beat faster. Why did that matter? I didn’t know. “Today,” he said, “we draw emotion.” The class became quiet. “Not objects. Not faces. Emotion.” He wrote one word on the board. TRUTH My chest tightened. That word again. It followed me everywhere. “You cannot fake truth,” he continued. “If you try, it will show.” I swallowed slowly. My fingers tightened around my pencil.

he added. “Yeah, I remember,” I finally said. He sighed. “How have you been coping?” he asked. “Honestly, it’s been really hard,” I admitted. “But I’m trying to be better and accept reality.” “Accepting reality,” he repeated. “That’s the hardest part. Trust me.” “That’s relatable,” I said quietly. “It’s hard to accept a truth that hurts,” he said. “You know the funniest part?” “What’s that?” I asked.

“I don’t understand why it’s so hard to just tell me the damn truth. It’s not that hard because it’s not rocket science.” “It’s hard to tell you because I wanted you to find out the truth by yourself and not have to hear it from my mouth,” she said heatedly. “Plus I don’t think that you can handle the truth, alright? So, let’s drop this and carry on with the lives that we’ve adjusted to. It’s not that hard for you because you don’t even remember anything,” she muttered coldly and turned to walk away.

Something shifts in my chest, not forgiveness exactly. "Then I need you to know something," I say. "When you withhold things…even things you think you're withholding for the right reasons…you're deciding what I can handle. And I've been handling things my entire life that people around me decided I couldn't." I pause. "I'm still here, still functional, and I have been since the day you put me in a cell for trying to escape." I take in a deep breath. "I can handle the truth. I've always been able to handle the truth. The people around me just never gave me the chance to prove it." The room is very quiet.

I want to brush off the truth but the fact is that it can never be brushed off. "No, you know the truth Chelsey," he calls me by name. It's something he doesn't except he wants to stress out a point and here he's stressing out a remarkable point. The truth can't be denied for long, it would come to manifest itself. A voice says inside me of me shaking me to accept reality. "So what are we gonna do now?" My eyes turn so teary, dull and unhappy. He leans over and gives me a kiss of conservation on the forehead.

Hellem hiccuped, trying to scour away the tears from her eyes. “Ooh, no, Hellen! I am being pretty fair here by stating facts. It is not my fault that you are a victim of the phrase the truth hurts.” Ejay added more salt to the injury. “The only truth that you want to cling to, Ejay,. Because you want to paint me black and prove yourself right. You wouldn’t be here if it were not for me!” Hellen fired back.