The worst night of my life

i was at home with him. We were talking and laughing, scrolling through Instagram and looking at Snapchat. It seems so stupid now but when I got a dick pic sent to me things went spinning. All of a sudden I was an awful person and a whore. It didn’t matter if I knew the guy or not. Me blocking the sender was irrelevant and didn’t matter. He didn’t want to listen to me. He asked me questions and when I tried to answer he cut me off and called me a liar. I was getting so mad and maybe I should’ve walked away. Maybe I could have stopped what happened next but I didn’t. His hand raised and the impact was…. unreal. But it wasn’t his hand that hurt the most, it wasnt my head hitting the wall, leaving a hole in the drywall. What hurt the most was knowing I was wrong. Knowing that I trusted the wrong man.

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