🤬This Chapter contains violent content please read at your own discretion

Love's POV

Then it happened I was done entertaining this bitch, and I was about to show her who the fuck she was dealing with...

I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her and watched as she fell to the ground. I know I must be doing something crazy because people were telling me to calm down. I heard people shouting my name, but it sounded so far away.

Then I can see myself, and I am stomping the girl and kicking her. For every thought I had, I made sure that I connected my boot to her body.

I can hear my father in the back of me shouting my name. His voice is filled with something I thought was anger. He later told me it was fear because I wouldn't listen to him, and I had lost control.

'Valeria Minah Amor," he is now yelling, telling me to stop. I feel myself being picked up from behind, and my legs are still moving, I can hear somebody screaming, y'all got me fucked up. Over and over then my father is asking me to calm down, so I guess I was yelling. My world literally fell apart.

It felt like my dad was going against me. My boyfriend didn't protect me..he just looked in my fucking face...just looking...just watched his baby mama disrespect me ...he let her hurt me....he did...I got hurt for loving him....now my father is yelling at me.... but...nobody is on my side...and...I'm the one being disrespected,.....me..I got hurt ......it doesn't seem to matter....cause they didn't...they didn't ... protect me and I don't know why but I feel...."

Temor is wiping away the tears I couldn't feel as his own are falling.

"My father got me in the house before the police got there. My mom is crying, yelling at my father, telling him that he and my Tio better handle it and that people are gonna face hell for messing with her baby.

My dad told her I probably killed that girl. They are arguing as my mom has me in the bathroom, undressing me, trying to see where the blood is coming from. I just got cut on top of my ta-tas," I point out the hardly noticeable scar.

"My parents found out about the relationship and weren't that surprised or upset. That day I changed. It turns out that as my mother was washing the blood from my body, my ability to trust people or to be happy washed away as well.

My attitude changed. I wouldn't talk to anyone, only my mom. My mom was the only one who had me the whole time. She was on my side. She understood why I couldn't speak, why I couldn't eat or why I refused to even be around my father.

I felt this feeling that I couldn't get over. Other things happened, but the end result was my parents thought it was best to get me out of that environment, and we moved here."

I stop talking, open another beer and take a glance at Temor.

He says " anything else," and we both laugh cause the roles have reversed. I told him there is and did he want to hear it. He said yes, so I kept talking.