Tired ⚠️tw⚠️

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(A/n: * means it's a dream)

*"How stupid are!?" I flinch when his voice gets louder. This one was gonna hurt I know it.  All because I mixed up his beer.

"I'm sorry I-I didn't mean too." He didn't care. None of them cared. So when his hand went up. I flinched and held back a cry when he slapped me.*

I jolt awake in the mess that has formed around me. Everything was on the floor. Stuff that I had neatly placed now all over the first level floor.

I don't remember doing this. I remember me and Spencer kissing and him calling it a mistake but that's all I remember. What happened?

I needed to get up but I felt sick. Like everything that happened was fake. Do I not deserve happiness? I guess I didn't.

I placed myself up against the wall and cried. My heart breaking more as the tears feel. I thought he was different. He wasn't. He was just another low life.

He's a man. They all are low life's. Dirt. Nothing more nothing less. I regret sparing him.

I regret everything I did to see him. The first kiss. The date. The kidnapping to get the date. Me being in the same room as was a mistake.

He was a mistake. And one that wasn't aloud in my house ever again. I was done with him. I was done with men.

If I hadn't stopped killing he would be top of my list. But I stopped that.

Maybe it wouldn't be to late to start up again.

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