"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."

"Why do you always sit out there in the rain?" "So no one can tell that i'm crying." ⚠️Trigger warning: if you cannot handle subjects such as self harm, strong violence, strong language, or possibly rape, this book is not for you⚠️