Turning Tables, Breaking Heartaches

Turning Tables, Breaking Heartaches

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There were a lot of things I’d like to redo in my life. For one, I should have said no when Neil asked me out. I knew there was something off about him, but I needed to get my mind off things – off him. Then I shouldn’t have let him get that far with our relationship. I shouldn’t have moved in with him, shouldn’t have disobeyed my parents then maybe they would have not disowned me and I never would have had to turn to Neil for help. I shouldn’t have slept with him. Shouldn’t have let him hit me once and let him do it more than that. I could have walked away then. Shouldn’t have believed he was sorry. Shouldn’t have tried to make myself believe that eventually he’ll change and I’ll learn to love him too as much as he says he loves me. But not once did I ever regret letting 'him' go. --- She did stupid things because she thought it was what's best for him. They were stupid decisions. Is it too late for their love?
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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