23. His teenage crush

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I collapsed on the hard, cold floor. I silently prayed for everything to end as soon as possible because now it was crossing my bearing limit.

His harsh words had cut through me like a knife, leaving wounds that felt as raw as the ones he had inflicted on my body. The bruises and marks were a painful reminder of his cruelty, but his verbal assault felt like an attack on my very soul.

Emotional, physical, and mental pain are now getting too much for me to handle.

I never knew that he could hate me so much. Every time, it is like a bitter pill to swallow, realizing that the person I had once looked up to, the one I believed might understand me, was capable of such cruelty.

My cries echoed in the room as I cried my heart out. The door of the room was still open, but I didn't move from my place to close it, nor did I think about wearing my clothes back, the pain inside was far more overwhelming.

All the clothes that he has provided me are so exposed that I