I sat down on a random seat at an empty lunch table in discomfort.
A familiar face that I knew all too well took their usual place in front of me.
"Hey Myra, it's been a while. How have you been?"
I was mentally smacked out of my blank space of dark galaxies.
I scowled at Benjamin and stood up from the table to take my leave.
He abruptly grabbed my wrist and urged me to sit back down.
I huffed and slapped his hand away, a flash of hurt evident in his face expression.
I quickly brought the notebook that my mom first purchased for me and scribbled bitter words out on a clean page.
"You think I've been fine while you and Vanessa have been sucking off each other's faces? You never paid me an apology after all these years, and you never bothered to talk to me face to face; you went and spoke with my mom! You think I've been fine knowing that you were never there to help me back up during every time my body was beaten down and battered by cruelty?"
"I'm sorry. . . ."
My expression remained cold and grim towards his sorrowful attitude.
"Oh? And now you only apologize after someone calls you out on your wrongdoings! You make every fibre of my body sick. After realizing how much of an idiot I was to fall for you, I don't need you in my life. I hate you, Benjamin Valentino. I hate you so fucking much. Get out of my sight!"
Benjamin flinched back as I suddenly ripped the sheet of paper out of my notebook and crumbled it up.
I threw the useless ball of paper at him and stormed off elsewhere.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
