It was always him.
Since the day we met, he had a hold on me that I couldn't shake off. He was my everything, my entire world. Sometimes I wish we met some different way so we could be the people in a happy relationship.
It didn't matter how many times he broke me, shattered me into a million pieces, I always found myself crawling back to him.
Our childhood was a mess, full of broken children and shitty upbringings. We were each other's only escape, our safe haven in the midst of chaos. But as we grew older, the chaos followed us, and it consumed us. He was bad for me, toxic even. But I kept coming back for more, addicted to the way he made me feel, the way he touched me, the way he whispered in my ear. He owned every piece of me, inside and out, and I let him.
He destroyed me, over and over again. It was like someone had stabbed a knife into my chest and twisted it, watching me bleed out slowly. But I still loved him, with everything I had left.
We tried to fix and make each other whole again, but we failed. The scars were too deep, too many. And yet, no matter how much we hurt each other, no matter how many times we said goodbye, we always found our way back to each other. I knew it was wrong, that he was wrong for me.
But I couldn't help it.
He was the only person I needed, the only person who could put me back together, even if it was just to break me again.
This would be the last time. I'm ending this cycle once and for all.
I cant do this shit again.
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Bruised and Beaten
Romance*mature content* "I'm going to fuck that pretty little cunt if yours and your gonna take it like a good girl. Understood?" Damon says roughly his eyes glaring at me. I nod. "Please please fuck me damon. Your killing me." I whimper trying to move my...
