Hard to break (Heartbreaker girl x yandere boy)

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JUST A REMINDER BY THE AUTHOR!!!

 TIA IS NOT A GOOD CHARACTER AND I DO NOT SUPPORT THESE KINDS OF ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE. IT'S JUST A SETTING SO IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH TIA BREAKING MANY HEARTS THEN TURN YOUR BACK RIGHT NOW!!!!!ii

I WARNED YOU...!!!!

Tia POV: 

I kicked off the man who was clinging to me like a piece of glue. grabbing my skirt, not letting go at all. 

"What are you saying...?"

The man in front of me had tears in his eyes, which annoyed me. I sighed and looked up at him with uninterested eyes. 

"As I said, I'm breaking up with you."

The boy's eyes shook with disbelief, tears running down his face. The despair in his eyes. 

------ What a majestic sight. 

That's what I wanted to see. That's what I've been waiting for. 

The man lost all his strength and hit his knees on the ground. 

Many people would find it pitiful. But if you see this behavior multiple of times, you would get used to it and feel nothing. 

I've done what I've done. 

With a feeling of ultimate pleasure, I left the man in his state and went home. The man already forgotten and vanished from my memory. 

I hesitantly opened the door. At the same time, an empty bowl hit the wall just next to me. Noises of argument broke out. Noises of things being thrown around, things being hit, broken. The floor vibrated with every step my parents made. 

"I'm home..."

I blurted out. No one heard my voice. 

My parents were fighting in the living room, so I didn't have the courage to open the living room door. Instead, silently as possible, I went upstairs to my room. Where I can close the door and pretend that nothing is happening downstairs. 

Unfortunately, my door wasn't thick enough to shut out the cries of a woman. My mom. She's being hit. I'm sure. Normally, I would turn a blind eye... but today, my body moved first without thinking. I don't know why, but I couldn't bear her screaming anymore. 

I came between my mom and dad, facing dad who was red with rage. His fight clenched hard. 

"Dad! Stop this, please! Mom's hurt!!"

I shouted, hoping he could hear my pleas. Always hoped it would go my way... but all I get is fists landing on me instead of my mom. 

It hurts.

It really hurts.

I protect my face with all my power possible because that is the only thing I am confident about. My only weapon. Nothing else in me I can be proud of. Not my family, not my personality, not anything about me I can brag around. 

After my dad calmed himself down, with arms bruised and bled, I bandage myself and my mother, who sits there looking at the empty white wall. 

"Mom, are you okay?"

I asked, but she still stares at the wall. Suddenly, she turns around and grabs both my upper arms. Desperate eyes locked with mine. 

"Darling... Oh, darling. I have a great idea!"

My heart lightened at the words. 

My mom was finally thinking about leaving my dad! That good-for-nothing violent dad!

"When your father hit me next time, you can be the one being hit. And then, next time I'll be the one being hit. That way, I don't have to be the one getting hit all the time!! Since we are a family and you are my daughter? You'll do it, right? Right?!!"

Tears and nothingness started to prick the inside of my eye. 

What is my mom saying? WHAT IS SHE SAYING?

Words of refusal stuck inside my throat, unable to come out. I lost my words. 

"I-... I..."

Every time I want to refuse, the memories of the past keep haunting me. Keeps making me hope. The time when I played hide and seek with my mom, the time we made bracelets for each other, the time I tried to cook for the first time and nearly burned down the kitchen and my mom had to rush in to take down the fire. She looked so young and healthy compared to now. 

I pushed my mom away and ran upstairs, locking my room door and hiding inside the covers. Tears dropped from my eyes. 

I'll never be like my mom. Never be the one being broken and unable to leave. I'll never be used by others. 

I'll use them instead. 

I cannot be like my mother. I WON'T be like my mother, definitely. 

When I opened my eyes, sunlight hit my face.