Page 50 of Love, In Balance

I reach my hand over and place it on hers before getting out of the car, saying nothing.

Chapter

15

*Trigger warning – Sexual assault*

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Playlist:Human– Christina Perri

It’s late Friday afternoon. I’m recovering from the hurt I feel slowly. Seeing Quin was a surprise last night. It hurt, but I’m a tough cookie (A vegan one anyway), and let’s face it, I’ve been through similar before.

No, I’ve been through much worse and gotten through it.

I can do this.

When the person I was last dating decided I wasn’t good enough for him and ghosted me for a while before telling me straight, I fell hard.

Every time I looked in the mirror, I hated what I saw, because I saw myself the way he saw me; Not good enough. Unworthy of his love, and not like the other girls he deemed beautiful.

I lost weight because I couldn’t eat.

I was devastated that my biggest fears had come true. I was convinced it would keep happening because I wasn’t slim, toned, super fit, bleach blonde, and that I have imperfections.

But then I fucking woke up one day and changed the narrative. He wasn’t good enough forme.

He didn’t deserveme, and one day someone will come along and love me for exactly who I am; A petite, curvy nerd who is just as beautiful as any model on any magazine cover.

I am beautiful in my own way. Just because I don’t look like societies idea of perfection, doesn’t mean that I’m not.

I say,society, you are fucking wrong bab.

That’s why this time, I’m not letting myself be the blame.

I’ve been‘the mistake’before with men. They like the idea of getting to know me and then getting to know my bed, until they realise my body is different. It’s all fun and flirting until they see my leg, or lack thereof.

‘Oh, it’s fine’ they say when they’re with me, and then ghost me or tell me they’ve changed their mind once they get behind their phone screens. They can never tell me to my face though. They only ever gain the courage when there’s a keyboard in front of them.

Fucking keyboard warriors.

Quin clearly thought twice after kissing me the other night. His problem.

I’ve just gotten out of the loveliest bubble bath and finished putting my prosthetic back on when the doorbell rings.

I quickly get my robe on before running to the door, thanking my stars that I decided to put my leg back on this evening, otherwise whoever’s at the door may have left by the time I get there.

It’s probably just a delivery, but since I don’t have a porch, or safe place, I always try to get to the door.

I should probably invest in a ring doorbell.

That’s exactly what I think when I open my door. It’s Pierce.I now kind of wish I didn’t have my prosthetic on, so that I could’ve taken a long time, and he would’ve kindly fucked off.

“Pierce, hi. It’s not a good time” I say, as I close the door over, but he catches it with his foot. He pushes it open.

“Hey sweet, I was just checking in on you. I haven’t seen you since the social. I’ve been thinking about you” he says, putting a hand on my arm. I flinch backwards.

“Pierce, It’s not necessary honestly. I’m fine. I was just in the bath, so –.” he interrupts, walking in and closing the door behind him.

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