“What?” He separates me from him and looks at me, incredulous, “Ugly? Jesus, Crystal, you scared me.”
I cover my face and get away from him, walking to his bed and throwing myself there. I just want to cry for a while, I don't want to talk to him. Asher doesn't understand me.
All he'll tell me is that I'm stupid and useless and all that he always tells me. I can’t take it right now.
I grab Asher's pillow and bury my face there, still crying. I'm not used to feeling ugly like everyone else. In fact, I can't even remember the last time I felt anything less than beautiful. I honestly can't remember, maybe it was in elementary school.
I don't like how it feels. Is this what other women feel all the time? How do they put up with it? I want to kill myself.
The bed sinks under Asher's weight
