All Chapters of DAMAGED : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Hello, excuse me?" I ask cautiously approaching. Treadway's face comes into view and l feel the butterflies in my stomach explode."Thank you for doing what you did in the morning. Kindly keep it to yourself." He says and as he was about to leave l open my mouth to speak."We could have lunch together if you really want to thank me," I say with a small voice. "I do not have the money to spend during lunch so l will have to pass, thank you though." He says and it confirms my suspicions.He started working here to make sure he gets enough money to give his stepdad."It's my treat since I suggested the whole thing." I say hesitating."Okay then." He agrees surprising me.As always, he never ceases to amaze me.This makes me wonder what kind of person he really is.We had lunch together the next day, he kept telling me to focus more on my food rather than looking at him but I could not stop myself from looking at him. He was having lunch with me.Even Isa and Andre asked a lot about t

Dear Jeremy MartinNo amount of words could describe how sorry I am or how much I miss you.I am sorry I did not drive us that day, I am sorry I even agreed to go with you to the party.If only I had listened to how uneasy I felt, you would have been here with me. After sometime of talking with Lydia, watching and reading some books on how to get over a tragedy I understood that what happened to us was inevitable.The signs were there, you did not want to go in the first place, you asked me to drive, I felt uneasy but we still drove that day.It was beyond the both of us and I got to understand that.Lydia once said you are looking down on me from heaven and it hurts you to see me mopping over your loss and I don’t want you to feel like that.I want you to feel loved, I want everything that you see to make you smile, relieved and unburdened. I want all my memories of you to be light not darkness, joyful not gloomy and I want our conversations about you to be of happy memories never

Spending time with Elicia became something I could not do without. She made me want to stand up to Ron, my stepdad, if possible beat him to death but unfortunately I could not. I loved my mom and I didn't want Val to grow up without a mother, she already had no father. Since the café closed, I managed to get a job for the festive break that paid very well so l had nothing to worry about when it came to getting money for Ron.I also got to spent time with Val and Mick. The next day on Saturday I was supposed to meet Ron at the house and give him the money I had earned. I got home and knocked to be welcomed by a wasted Ron. The whole house was full of smoke. He had two of his friends in the house smoking pot. The whole house reeked of alcohol and this got me sick to my stomach. I knew very well the money I gave him enabled him to buy all these drugs and beer but I could not protest. I hated that I was weak when it came to this; why couldn't I be strong and stand my ground? "Go

As soon as our lips brushed against each other, he hesitated and moved back. I just stood there looking at him tears streaming uncontrollably down my cheeks. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I immediately put my hand on my chest, with the thought of making the pain go away. I felt rejected and for the first time it really hurt just as much as l lost Jeremy. "If you don't like me then why were you leading me on all this time?" I master up all the courage to ask him since he already humiliated me, what's one more question?"Because at one point I actually saw a future with you, but—." I cut him before he finishes."Then what changed?" I further ask."Everything." He says and walks away.l will not let him walk away, instead I grab his hand, spin him around to face me and once again crash my lips with his.This time he did not hesitate neither did he stop me. He kissed me with every ounce of passion and the amount of love and desire he had for me. Electricity courses through my

“I don’t even want to talk about it, it was so embarrassing.” I say moving to sit by the window, my usual sit. “I wish I was there,” Lydia says laughing and I glare at her. “There is something I want to know.” Lydia informs me and I nod my head allowing her to go on and ask. “How exactly are you dealing with this because I am not seeing any progress the only difference is that you are no longer crying all the time. How are you moving on from this whole situation?” I knew she would ask something along these lines that is why I was hesitating to go for a session. “I do not think I am dealing with it, I am not making any effort to move on.” I say and Lydia nods. “You think he is just going to walk up to you and say he likes you back? Why are you not moving on?” “No that I am expecting him to come to me or hoping he will but I don’t know I just want to experience all of it up until it no longer hurts to look at him. Right now I cannot spend five minutes near him without wanting to