Bitter End Quotes

“His eyes, searching deep into mine, felt like danger and safety all rolled into one.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“Because I love you. And I hurt you. I hurt the person I love most in the world, and i will never forgive myself.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“I pulled myself to my feet, too pissed to cry, too scared to say anything to him, and once again numb. Just incredibly numb, as if someone had found an 'off' switch, and had shut me down. Thrown a veil over me. It occurred to me that numb was a bad sign-that there were all kinds of things other than numb that I should be feeling, and it worried me that I wasn't feeling them.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“I watched myself slowly get up to leave. I watched myself start walking. I watched myself thump down the stairs and turn the handle of the front door, wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands. I watched myself get into my car and turn it on, and back out of Cole's driveway and drive home. And I watched myself come home and go up to my bedroom and shut the door. I watched myself pull off my clothes and step into pajamas, all in the dark, and curl up in bed and stare at the ceiling, the tears leaking into my ears, the scene replaying on the blades of the ceiling fan. But it was like watching myself from the end of a long, black tunnel. The poor girl on the other end-she was bruised and confused and beaten, and I felt sorry for her. Whoever she was.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“There was prom and finals and graduation. There were summer parties. Movies. Mini golf and dates and college orientations. There as life, moving on, and I missed it. Not because I couldn't go physically, but because I couldn't go emotionally. There were whole days when I couldn't leave my bed, not because of the bruises and scars, but because getting up and facing the world for another day felt too frightening, and too pointless.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“And what? Show them my bruises? Tell them about the lake party? About the merry-go-round when he scared me on purpose? Tell them that I'd had sex with him anyway, even after he'd already bruised me once? Tell them that I'd made excuses for him that night? I was so embarrassed. I couldn't even imagine telling anyone those things. Those things made me look stupid and gullible and needy, and I knew it wasn't those things. I knew it was more complicated than that. But nobody else would understand.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End

“I said nothing. Just cried harder, unsure how to move after something like this had happened. Did I just get up and walk away, as though my whole world hadn't just been destroyed? How? How did legs and feed and arms and lungs work after something like this. We stayed like that for a long time. He whispered things. Apologies, excuses, promises. They bounced off me, impossible to absorb. I believed him, and I didn't. I hated him, and I didn't. I loved him, and I didn't. I hated me, and I felt sorry for me. Words have no meaning. There was no past and no future. It was as if all I had to do was live through this moment, and everything would be alright.”
― Jennifer Brown, Bitter End