Head First

Head First

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I look at him in disgust and fury, tears carelessly streaming down my face in a web-like pattern, my breathing becoming rigid and forced. I feel like a fawn lying in a pool of my blood, dying whilst he watches with the gun in his hands that had shot me. Before now, I had looked at him with a feeling of love and passion, now I feel disdain run through my vanes, fueling the wildfire raging within my heart. He would not win this battle. I won't be made a fool again and realize how much I need him, he won't EVER make me feel worthless ever again. Before I realized what I was doing, the sound of skin against skin rang in my ears. Even with his cheek as red as the peel of a tomato, he still held no expression. He really didn't care about me. "You have no idea what you've put me through! Throughout our entire relationship, I've been blind to your blatant lies because I thought I could trust you. Whenever I caught you in a lie you through it back in my face and tried to make me feel bad about myself, threatening that you'd leave me if I continued to be 'paranoid'. You made me feel like you were the way you were all because of me, and that whenever you cheated on me that it was my fault!" I seethe in anger as I watch the slut I caught my boyfriend with, try and sneak her way out of the front door. "And you, I hope you enjoy living with the constant eye-sore of a man in front of me because he will beat you and make you feel worthless just like he has done to me." I flip both of them off, pick up the gift I was going to give my "boyfriend" for our anniversary and barge out of the front door into the cold autumn air. As I walked to my car I created a mental pact with myself to NEVER EVER take any shit from anyone ever again, and to never fall back in love. ------------------- Previously regarded as "Being Astrid Louco" I'm doing an overhaul of this story because I don't really think it lives up to my personal expectations for my writing style so hope you enjoy the new book!
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"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.

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