“ i cant” he said and turned around again, i looked at the door in confusion, soon his best friend came in, and pulled me by the arm.
I clenched my teeth in pain but he didn't care, he threw my hand hastily over his shoulders and pulled me out of the bed.
I was in so much pain, i couldn't even feel my legs, he carried me out of the room and out of the hospital, my legs trailing behind, stones and sand rubbed harshly against my legs.
When he put me carelessly in the car, i looked down at my leg to see that my toes where bloodied. Fresh tears fell from my eyes.
“ suck it up loser, Dont act like you are mistreated” i heard Chris say. I snapped my head towards him.
‘Of course i am mistreated, i wasn't even given proper medication, i had my inside probed without proper equipment, i could have died on that operating table.
“ where is Damian?” i asked when Chris started the car.
“ he has already gone, he went to stay with ana” Chris said without mixing words.
I nodded and looked out the window as the city went by in a blur. Chris laughed a little before glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
“ you are so pathetic do you know that?” he started, i closed my eyes, knowing that he was right.
“ after everything that Damian has done to you, you still stayed like a dog, a loyal idiot dog, even after knowing that he did not love you and he never loved you, you still stayed like a stupid idiot” Chris said harshly, he kept glancing at me through the mirror.
It hurt, it hurt because it was true, everything he said was true.
“ just divorce him already, he doesn't need you neither does he want you, you are only forcing things and that is pathetic” he said.
I sighed.
Chris was right.
The car stopped in front of the house that i have lived for three years, the house i once thought was my home, now it was nothing but a house that i loved him.
The door opened and i stumbled out, i fell face first on the ground,
I heard Chris make a sound with his teeth and tongue.
“ pathetic” he muttered, pulling me up by the shoulders, he once again threw my hand over his shoulder, his other hand wound around my waist. I groaned in pain, my face hurt, my body felt like it was run over by a tractor.
“ suck it up, Dont be a weakling” Chris said, i said nothing, because he was right, i am a weakling.