I'm sitting in the corner of my bed. No Biggie. Besides the burning tears trickling down my face.
I knew what was going to happen. I knew exactly what was going to happen. And exactly how it was going to happen. But I didn't want to. I didn't want to know. It was far too predictable, but nothing could ever prepare me for this. The aching pain in my chest won't go away. How hard it is to breathe. The images of our previous text floods my mind whenever I close my eyes, so I don't.
*Previously*
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New message-
Emily: Morning Sam.
Sam: Hey sunshine, you okay?
Emily: Yeah. Well, not really. We need to talk.
Sam: Okay, meet up, call?
Emily: Neither. Like, I can get words out texting.
Sam: Okay, that important? Wassup?
Emily:I've been seeing this guy. People would hate me if I came out as lesbian. I saw what you went through at school and hell I do not want that. And this guy is really cool. Chad is his name. So, we're over. I know you lied whenever you said you loved me. And I'm glad you did. I don't really need a woman in my life when I am one. Cya! Oh and p.s, don't ever text or try to talk to me again. I don't want to hurt my reputation.
Sam: Wow. Everybody was right. You have a chance to leave and you will in a heartbeat. Well, good luck with 'Chad'. Hope same thing don't happen to that poor lad.
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With that I simple closed my laptop. I didn't feel much. Well, that was until I let my eyes drift to the bracelet she gave to me on valentine's Day. I only took it off whenever I needed to do something water based.
But that's when the tears crept out from their cages. All them promises she made where broken in that one, simple text. She lied when she said she would never leave. When she said she would never hurt me. When she said she was mine only, and I was hers.
She lied.
I had no time to think about this further. My bedroom door swung open like the flash had something to do with it. My step-father strolled in like no big deal. Besides the obvious 'hey look at me! I'm drunk and gonna do something stupid!' vibe you get when you look at his slurred movements. I mentally cursed as I tried to make my escape. No such luck.
He had me by the arm. I tried to look into his eyes, to beg the old hag, but his where unfocused and raging. He slapped me across the face. Not like he's never done that before.
"Fag." He spat. He tripped me over, causing me to do the flop to the floor, and not in the most graceful way. He kicked and punched me.
Just because I'm gay.
When i thought worst couldn't get worse. Way to show me, world.
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When A Heartbeat Breaks
Dla nastolatków"Your saying this but you seem to forget you left me in a heartbeat!" "And that heartbeat broke me." This story is about a girl by the name of Sam, and another called Emily. Sam is going through the tough. This would be abuse, bullying, selfharm, an...
