I stormed down the dimly lit street, my heels clicking angrily against the cracked pavement as the evening breeze did nothing to cool the rage boiling inside me. The breakup with Mark still burned like acid in my veins. How dare that pathetic excuse for a man cheat on me and then throw those cruel words in my face? "You're always so f*****g dry, Lisa. No wonder I can't even get it in without it hurting like hell. You might as well sign up as a nun because no real man will ever want that dead p***y of yours." His laughter still echoed in my head, mocking me. I was the one who had held back, protecting my virginity because our connection felt shallow, forced. And this was how he repaid me? By humiliating me and crawling into some other girl's bed without a shred of regret.
Tears stung my ey
