TWENTY TWO

Chapter - 22

Biased, bruised, and a bad parent.

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As I sit on the spring bed staring out from the window of this hotel, I wonder what happened to me. I fell into his trap knowing he would stab me in the back the first chance he'd get.

Just like he did.

I-

well, thinking. It is all I can do now, now when I'm so down that the cold floor beneath my feet feels soft. The scar on my stomach will always, in some way or another, tie me to him. It's a constant reminder, a tangible inscription etched onto my flesh. I chuckled darkly, the sound devoid of humor. How quickly shock morphed into a thrill, a twisted sense of pride witnessing his ruthless takeover. But that thrill, like the memory itself, is slowly fading, leaving behind only a bitter aftertaste and the ever-present mark of his presence.

Fuck, I lost my virginity to that man. Not that it's a big deal, anyway. I should've done it long ago but I couldn't - because every other man in my life always made me feel like di