My mind was in a blur. I'd seen Cam upset and mad before, but what he did tonight was different. Tonight, it was public.
I sometimes remines about how our relationship
would have looked like today if we'd stayed together. I wonder if he'd still be as jealousy, wonder if he'd take out his anger on me. And don't get me wrong, it wasn't all bad. Most times we were fine, perfect even. But sometimes he'd just drift away somewhere, and he wasn't him anymore.
I've never told anyone about this before,not to Sam. Not to anyone. And it wasn't that I was ashamed, I just didn't feel the need to. The moments he lied hands on me were but a few, but this one almost takes place as the winner. If you don't count the time when he chocked me and slapped me for not wanting to move back to
Seattle with him.
I often think that I'm a magnet to motherfuckers. A magnet to every man who feels like women own them something.
I don't owe him, nor anyone anything. But then again, my life has so far been mostly hardships. Maybe it's not just motherfuckers I attract, maybe just maybe I attract all the ugly in the world.
I never feel rage about what's been done to me, but right now I feel it. In this very moment my name is Rage, and the world should fear women whose name is rage. Every man should fear rage, everyone but one.
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Teen FictionIs it better to speak or to die? Dawn has always been quiet when it comes to her feelings. She never told anyone what happened that night, not until she met him. Cam, her knight in shining armour. But can there truly be a happily ever after? After a...
