Hot tears just poured down my face as I stared at her, totally shocked.
“Lindsey? Do you even HEAR yourself?! You’re supposed to be my best friend:
– She just yanked her hand away from me, all grossed out, and her face was like Intally blank, no emotion at AL||
1 meant every word. You brought this shit on yourself ||
My heart felt like and been torn to bloody shreds. Like someone took a knife to it and just… ripped.[]
She was my beste since childhood, and I could believe she’d tansformed into…whatever the bell this was
When we were little and my dad punished me by withholding food, she’d sneak bread rolls and wall outside my house to pass them to me so I wouldn’t go hungry-
She promised she’d always be my sister for life and would never let me down!]
Just weeks ago, we were holding hands during ear evening walk ||
What if I never get married?” I asked her.]
Her eyes used to shine with so much loyalty–now just thinking about it hurts like hell.
“Who cares if you don’t? I bought that apartment, remember? You can move in with me! I won’t get married either–Ill take care of you forever. We can adopt a kid together we’ll be our own lle familyt
She used to comfort me after each breakup, saying those men changed their minds so willy, they couldn’t have truly loved me–I was lucky I hadn’t married any of them
But now? She was exactly like all those men. No–worse.
My heart was a shattered mess, smashed to pieces by a sledgehammer–pain seeping into every bone. That suspicion? A deadly wire tightening around my throat, each breath a struggle.]
What the actual fuck was in my dad’s study, huh? How could it make everyone who used to love me flip like a switch–like, literally hand someone a knife to kali me?
After that day, my bestie and stopped talking completely. Total strangers.]
No physical scars, sure–but my brain? Felt like itd been slammed with a sledgehammer, y’know? Just.. pulp
Months on that therapists couch, picking through fragments of who I was, hoping for one day spark of the old me that could still smile.
العبد
Dad and my sister couldart gave less of a thit about me–all they cared about was controlling and using me
Finally, my mom came home for her yearly vacation. Every year she picks a chunk of time off work to actually be with us
When she found out I was seeing a surink, she was totally crushed
She came to my room and stood by my bed, staring at my empty, lifeless eyes until tears streamed down her fare.]]
Then she wrapped her arms around me and squeezed tight||
Tions, Baby, ira all my fault. I’ve begged your father so many times, but he just won
I won’t listen to anything I say: “[
Mom looked wrecked–like she’d trade places with me in a heartbeat if it meant I didn’t hart anymore:[]
I knew how hard things were for her
If this house did have her love in, I honestly don’t think I could’ve kept going ||
Back when Dad would bude it and either stream his head off or try to hit me, Mom was always there–she’d stand right in his fi
face, yelling back until he backed down
They’ve been together for decades–she knows how stubborn he is. All she could do was love me harder to make up for his cruelty
But she’s always working at her shop from dawn till midnight, getting home after ‘m already strep ||
back
in ukay, though. I still feel her love, and that’s hose I know there’s still someone in this world who cares about me someone who won’t stab me in the h
over whatever fucked up reason is hiding in that study
