Loving myself behind it all

Loving myself behind it all

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Through the pain, abuse and neglect that Moya faced daily she always believed that one day someone will put a bullet in that motherfucker's head, who caused her to despise everything about herself, since she couldn't save herself maybe one day her saviour will save her. "Monty I'm sorry it wasn't like that, your taking it the wrong way, he was just asking me about......" before I could finish my plee Monty slapped me so hard I could feel the tears just at the brim of my eyes ready to fall. "I don't care what he was asking you about. How many times have I told you not to talk to or even glance at any guy you see, you have me to look at isn't that enough for you? You just don't listen. You're causing all of this and me to do this to you." He fumed at me, all I could do was hang my head low, feeling ashamed, because I knew he was right.
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A few snippets so far: I felt naked in front of him. He's stripped me bare, pulled back my flesh, cracked open my rib cage to literally have my heart in his hands. He has the power to finish me off with one forceful squeeze or help hold all the pieces together while I work on mending and healing it. **** I take this time to breathe in the stale peacefulness of the room and wait for my body to properly wake up to get started with another day. My thoughts are soon abruptly stopped when I hear heavy breathing next to me, then I can feel the rise and fall of someone's chest and the heaviness of something wrapped around my torso. The imaginary glue in my eyes disappears as they open in a flash. To my utter disbelief and confusion, I find Harry sleeping...in my bed...with me. What, when how...what in the world is happening?! My internal panic worsens when I realize if he's here he saw the broken glass and blood in the room. FUCKING HELL! "Don't freak out, don't freak out," I talk out loud to myself but it's not fucking working. **** Last fucking chance to tell me I'm wrong and you're not hoeing around then sleep in my bed!" I say as harshly as I can. She doesn't say anything, doesn't even bat an eye at what I said. I pick up her phone on my nightstand and throw it at the closed door and watch her body tense up in anger. Her fists are white from how tightly she is clamping her fingers in her palm and her jaw is clenched. "You said it yourself, we're just friends. Friends don't act jealous like this," she quietly speaks. "I am not jealous; I couldn't give a fuck less. Have nothing to be jealous of." She takes a step back like I hit her, I can see her shattering right in front of me. "You know your way out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now," she walks over to grab her phone that bounced off the wall and walks out, she stops before she closes the door all the way.

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