There was a time in my life where I thought Robbie was utterly and hopelessly in love with me. I thrived on his attention, possessiveness, care but I knew how stupid I was.
Was I just a trophy for him? He was planning to show ‘my boyfriend’ how much I yearned for this man.
I was pathetic.
“Touch me and you will regret it.” I spat.
“Why is that guy so special? Huh? What does he have that I don’t? I don’t care. You are not his. You are mine. MINE. You belong to me.” I hated this. I hated how his words were affecting me.
“I BELONG TO NO ONE.” I shouted back.
“Oh really? You want it that way? Fine!”
He removed his jacket shrugging it off his broad shoulders.
I f*****g hated him! I hadn’t seen him in a million years and he was all thinking about showing my non-existent boyfriend that
