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.”

been beaten up? Or was he crying because he missed

Julien didn’t know was that Jonah was right by the back door to the Lovelace residence. He was standing firmly in the cold wind. Tears started to well up in his eyes without

back. He took

the automated message saying that

be bad consequences if he were to persist over something

he removed his torn shirt and changed

because of the injury on his back. He could only use a damp towel to wipe the

moment, Julien was truly

a warm and compassionate family. This was something that he didn’t

through his chapped and pale lips. He swung his towel into the water basin, making water

“Never again, my foot!”

didn’t want to give

reject him? If Jonah took ten steps back, he would