This is how bullies are made
We used to be friends.
But that Jared was gone now. In his place was a sour, hateful douchebag that had no regard for me.
Isn’t it time you fought back?
“I’ll have you in tears in no time.”
Taking a long breath, my eyes narrowed at him. “You’ve already made me cry countless times.” I raised my middle finger to him slowly, and asked, “Do you know what this is?” I took my middle finger and patted the corner of my eye with it. “It’s me, wiping away the last tear you’ll ever get.”
Being a bitch could be a survival technique. They get respect. There was no honor in people thinking you were a slut.
Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom.
This was it. Jared could push me, hurt me, take what he wanted, but showing him that he had hurt, but not broken me, was how I won. Euphoria settled in my stomach as waves of contentment washed over me.
I M SORRY. LET ME FIX EVERYTHING
“You have every right not to trust me, Tate. I know that. My fucking heart is ripping open tight now. I can’t stand the way you’re looking at me. I could never hurt you again. Please…let’s try to fix this together.”
Yesterday lasts forever.
Tomorrow comes never.
I was his. And he was mine.