Can’t Win Me Back

moment the door shut, Julien crumbled to the floor. He vomited blood that he had been holding in forcefully. A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor.

“It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously.

In the midst of the assault, Julien’s rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insulated from the agony that should have consumed him.

But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh, engulfing his entire being in a wave of torment.

“The pain is killing me.”

He gritted his teeth as tears continued flowing down his face. He looked extremely pitiful.

“Jonah. I miss you. I miss you so much.”

beaten up? Or was he

back door to the Lovelace residence. He was standing firmly in

hold back.

heard was the automated message saying that the receiver’s

for the best. There would only be bad consequences if he were to persist over something that would never come to

he removed his torn shirt and changed into a set of

a shower because of the injury on his back. He could only

was truly happy for

to live with the Taylors. They were such a warm and compassionate family. This was something that he didn’t even dare to dream

his chapped and pale lips. He swung

“Never again, my foot!”

didn’t want to give

ten steps back, he would just need to take eleven