Status Updates From Normal (Something More, #1)

Ok I’ve seen this be ~kind of~ comparable to BOT but potentially not ~as~ mentally debilitating so here we go

"You're still my Rory. And I fucking love you. If I'm so damn amazing then don't I deserve to be with the girl I'm fucking in love witH?”

"Hey, tell me somethin' about you no one else knows."

"How about I tell you something everyone else knows... apart from you, apparently," he counters, and I just blink at him. "Rory..." His voice has dropped to a whisper, his gaze locked intently on mine.
"Yeah?" I breathe.
"I fucking love you."

ARGHHHH😍😍😍

This is just plain, old, gut-wrenching grief. "He died, Sam," I whisper, "and it was all my fault."

Come the fuck again !? Cam is dead god this book is trauma on trauma on trauma

“…my best friend was a boy."
"You've mentioned him... in the group of men who have only hurt or abandoned you."

Oh no what did Cam do

"We're gonna get you all better, Ror. We're gonna deal with Forbes, and everything he did. And then, when the time is right, I'm gonna show you how it's supposed to be when you have a boyfriend. How a man is supposed to treat the girl he loves, okay?"

"Even with his marks all over you, you're the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on... This?" He strokes my bruises again, then gestures to my cut. "It'll heal, Rory girl, but until it does, it still doesn't change how I look at you. How I've been lookin' at you since we hit fuckin' puberty, okay Ror?"

I ♥️ Cam

"I didn't! I didn't give it to him, Cam, damn it! He just took it!"
"You sayin' he forced himself on you?" Cam asks carefully.
"Yesterday?" he asks. I nod. He swallows audibly. "He do this before?"
"Yeah," I breathe.
"When?"
I shrug. "Yesterday, a couple days ago, last Saturday... whenever I stayed over there, you know, for the weekend-"
"Damn it!" Cam roars.

"Yep. I do. I think you're real pretty, Ror, I find you real attractive," he drawls, his voice a low rumble. He places his index finger under my chin and turns it so I face him. Cam's eyes suddenly fill with emotion in a way that is extraordinarily rare for him, and my heartbeat speeds up exponentially. "And I've also loved you since I was three years old, and have been in love with you at least since I was twelve."

"You know I love you, sweetheart, right?"

I nod again.

(Sickness)

I am in utter fucking shock. That chapter was the most disgusting graphic shit I have ever read. I feel sick. What a sick fucking bastard

"I gotta get goin'... You get this weekend, but only 'cause I'm so damn mad I can't even fuckin' look at you right now. I will see you Sunday, Rory," he spits, "and then you'll remember this the next time you think you want fuckin' space from me," he mutters bitterly.

Oh my god I feel sick

"You need space? You need time? From fuckin' me?! You are fuckin' mine! Do you understand me? You stupid bitch!"

Rory’s dads a C*nt and I want to right hook his face