Page 114 of Beautiful Defiance

A girl who follows the rules.

Who doesn’t defy.

I’m not that girl, and he can go to hell for all I care.

Tears well in my eyes and obscure my sight. Dashing at them, I stumble past Seven. He must’ve felt me brush up against his back as I hurried past. He calls after me. I don’t stop. I keep going until I push open the double doors, the cool breeze caressing my tear-streaked face.

Why cry?

Why hurt?

I am done.

Done with believing he’s changed for the better. Done with his lies and his promises. Done with being obedient and “falling in line.”

Doing those things has gotten me nothing but heartache, and I hate when my heart breaks.

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