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“What do you want from me, Nessa? Do you want the sob story about how I was forced into a marriage I wanted nothing to do with? That I have done despicable things and that every fucking time I close my eyes, I can only see a version of myself that terrifies me? Do you want to know how I’ve been abused for years, Nessa, is that it? Would it make you feel better to know that my da would rather I’d not survived my own birth?”
I’m breathing heavily, but I can’t stop.
“Do you want to know that I’m miserable, and that I don’t remember how to be anything else?”
― Nadine O'Keeffe, Broken Vows

“The idea of being her’s is something I want far more than I ever should.
I shouldn’t crave her touch. The feel of her lips pressed against mine. The warmth of her hands on my body. The way her voice turns smokey as she’s moaning my name.
I shouldn’t dream of all the ways I want to make her mine.”
― Nadine O'Keeffe, Broken Vows

“My whole body shakes, and a bead of warmth drips down my neck. I can’t even begin to worry about the blood, because Nessa is right there and fuck she smells good and I hate her, I hate her so much-
I repeat the mantra over and over in my head but then she kisses me and nothing can save me.”
― Nadine O'Keeffe, Broken Vows

“Y’know, when you’ve been told you’re a crazy bitch enough times in your life, you start to believe it,” I hum.”
― Nadine O'Keeffe, Broken Vows