Angel

I spent my whole life believing I was something people could ruin.
A whore, slut...
Used and worthless as they called me.

Until I finally ran to my father and got my revenge.
Then I met Angel.

She looked at me like I wasn't broken.
Like I was worth loving.
For three years, I let myself believe that maybe I could be someone other than the girl men had stolen pieces from.
Maybe I could be enough.

Then I left for a year and came back.

She was kissing someone else.
Fucking someone else.

I always thought she was my redemption, my Angel.
Turns out the person who saved me knew exactly how to destroy me, too.