I slowly open my eyes and look around. He jumps up and holds my hand kissing it. I pull it away and turn so that my back is facing him.
"Babe.... Please...." He begs.
"I'm not YOUR babe anymore." I mumble out sickly.
I look around at the room.
Why do I keep blacking out? What happened? Have I lost control? Have they finally taken over? Will I be put in an asylum?
"Baby girl, please, please.... I'm begging.... please..." He bows his head crying.
What a little bitch. Srsly tho. Why is he crying? I'm the one who was compared AGAIN. Yeah, whatever. Idc, and he never did.
I sit up and glare at him with tears of utter pain rolling down my cheek. He looks up then back down crying harder.
"I don't compare you." I hiss. He flinches.
"I-I know... I am so sorry, baby..." He moves to the floor in front of the bed and me. Placing his hands on my lap as he humbles himself, as if I were a queen. "Please... I need you... Please..." he begs repeatedly.
YOU ARE READING
I'm NOT "Her"
Teen FictionNothing is as much as a shitty feeling as being compared to "her" when "her" is exactly the one that causes you pain.
