"Esther Florencé you are only mine to touch, how dare you to look even at another men! " He yelled while helding both her delicate wrist very tightly which make her hissed in pain.
she cried helplessly. Her teary Hazels was looking at his stormy bl...
" She should be loved, cared, cherished, welcomed, protected. She was a precious gift anyone could ever had
But
Instead
She is feeling insecure, scared, worthless, broken and betrayed. She is a trash anyone could ever had. That what she thinks and that's what he want her to think. "
- by me
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( this describes Lucas👆. Please read)
Esther's point of view-
It's midnight, I'm lying on floor thinking how many things happened this evening.
It was one of my horrible part of memory.
He was looking at me in disgust and anger. He was pining my wrist so tightly and I was so helpless.
But you know what's the saddest part?
That I was hurt by the only person who I love and care.
It's not me. I was never the one to be fragile and let a man control me. I was never
But again he was not any men. He was my Lucas.
A tear escaped from my one eye while my face is devoid of any emotions.
Those feelings I was feeling there is haunting me still.
I close my eyes softly to just sleep and not think about it but it's not easy I thought it would be.
So I decided to take stroll in the garden.
I left the basement and I drank some water and that's when I heard some faint voice of woman from his room.
"Ummmm faster baby.... Umm" I was trying hard not to let my imagination run wild.
I climbed the stairs and saw his room was lights were on.
I peeked inside his room and that scene left me speechless.
Forget how much hurt I was in the party because this scene front of me hurt me thousand of times again and again... And again.
