The Glass Girl

The Glass Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Sep 22, 2022
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After Leyla's mom dies, she's forced to stay with her dad, an unfit parent. After the sudden death of her mother Lily gets into a battle with depression and she just doesn't know who will win. "Take off the hoodie." I look at him with wide eyes. There's bruises covering my arms. "Please." I say pleading with him. "Leyla, if you don't let me help, I'm gonna have to tell other people. So please, we will start with you taking off the hoodie." Start? Oh no. I take my hoodie off slowly and I can see him staring at the bruises. "Okay. Now your shirt." I shake my head. "Are you crazy, you can-" He rolls his eyes. Literally just rolls his eyes. "Okay Leyla I'm not asking again. Either you listen to me or I have the police check your situation out. Take off your shirt so I can see the bruises." I take off my shirt and cross my arms over my bare top, with only a bra. "Move your hands." I move them away from me so they aren't covering anything. He curses under his breath. "I'm gonna kill him." Only one mature part and will be marked before it starts.
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"Get out," he sighed. "N-" I got out. "Nah, you can go," he shook his head. "Babe," I called out, but he wasn't having it. "I fucking risked my life trying to protect you. I almost died trying to save you! And when I couldn't, I sat by your side everyday until you could recover! Get the fuck outta here witfh that no contact shit," he shook his head. "B-but," I sobbed. "Nah, Sage," he shook his head. "I attended your stupid relationship therapy sessions hoping you'd at least give me a chance. You asked me to choose, and I chose you. It didn't even feel like a choice! I always put you first! You still won't give me a fucking chance. What more do you want from me? Huh?" "Your forgiveness," I replied, a tear escaping my eye. "Forgiveness?" he chuckled while shaking his head. He took something up and flung it at the door again. "God, Sage," he shook his head. "Please, just leave. Maybe then I can stop hurting." "Nick," I sobbed, but he wouldn't even look at me. "You obviously don't care how I feel. You're gonna do you no matter what. I honestly expected better from you," he said. "Just get the fuck out my face."

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