Chapter 167

"How can you say that??? HOW?" He asked, clearly upset. However, he didn't know just how much bottled up rage I had inside, the tears I wanted to let out, the years of being abused that just wanted to get back what they deserved. It was not worth explaining it to him. Someone as arrogant as Richard wouldn't grasp this pain. I just continued to make my way up the stairs. I felt like I was crying, but no tears came out. It was a feeling I haven't felt in years... That one feeling you feel when you know you're tired of crying, you know...when it's time to do something about it! You're too tired of being hurt, tired of being neglected, tired of not... not loving yourself! This revelation hit me hard. How can I expect someone to love me, when I can't love myself? I had to start somewhere. As I ran my bathwater, I stared in the mirror. I was smarter than I gave myself credit for, bolder, more ruthless and definitely more willing to get these hands dirty than my brother. I poured my bath salt