Chapter Twelve
I slammed the door behind me and hurried into my bathroom.
Yes, damn it!
I pulled the sleeve of my shirt down.
You were right!
I raised my arm to my mouth.
Get the hell out of my life. I don't need you to tell me I am not loveable. I know it already!
I bit hard. Harder than I'd done in a long time. I swallowed the pain with the blood. I deserved the pain, all of it. That was all I was good for. To receive pain from being rejected by everyone I cared about.
I slipped to the bathroom floor, weeping.
The sobs came faster and harder. I didn't want to live like this anymore. Why didn't Liam love me? What had I done?
Wasn't I pretty enough? Or smart enough for him?
I knew it couldn't be the autism. I hardly showed any symptoms with him.
Oh, my goodness. What if he thought I was too loose for kissing him the way I did? Or too unprofessional to try to sleep with him when I was supposed to be nursing him?
