Hiya, everybody! Estrella Rose is here! I’ve just uploaded Chapter 37 from my book “The Secrets Hidden In The Scars“. Actually, I was planning to publish this part much earlier, but this week has been too busy. My head literally goes round, and I’m absolutely exhausted, honestly. This chapter was originally much longer, but I divided it in two parts. This time, we will talk about the mistakes of the lead characters of this book. And the next part will reveal more secrets about one character. About who I kind of forgot when working on the main storyline. Yeah… That’s what writing a book spontaneously, without any plan, means…
Anyway, I would be madly happy if you liked this book, added it to your library and told me what you think of the storyline and the characters’ actions. I hope you would’t lose your interest for my book and would read it until the very end. My English is not perfect, but I’m doing my best to make my texts more or less readable.
To get a mood, I suggest you listen to the song Demi Lovato — Got Dynamite, the lyrics from which were used for the original title of this chapter.
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Love, Estrella Rose.
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“Did you really feel insecure?” Natalia asks with sadness in her eyes.
“Yes, it’s true. I’ve always been a cowardly and insecure boy.”
“Edward…”
“I’ve never felt like an adult man. And I still hear everyone calling me a little puppy. Nobody has seen me as an adult man. Everyone says I’m a weak, talentless, worthless, and cowardly puppy.”
“No, no, don’t say so! Please!”
“Uncle Michael always laughed at me because of my too soft and weak character. Because I can’t be cruel and harsh. I believe in tales and the fact that everything has a happy ending, like a little girl. I may easily cry from happiness, grief, and despair. You heard and saw how he was treating me. How his pals treated me. They all laughed at me and made me much shyer of what I really am. Nobody has told me good things, but those people made me feel a greater fear, hesitance, and insecurity. I heard it so often that I began to believe them and be terribly shy at some moment.”
“Please, honey, forget everything that sick man told you,” Natalia begs with pity in her eyes. “For him, all good people are cowardly and weak. He only appreciates someone like him.”
“That old man was doing his best to make me feel terrible. He always said my parents never wanted my birth. He said I was a loser because I had nothing, while my rich relatives got everything. He repeated I had done nothing good and hadn’t let people live. Uncle kept me under too powerful psychological pressure. Not for one day. Not for a month. Even not for one year. He was doing it for years. Years, Natalia! I was listening to all of that for years and started to doubt myself, my talents, and everything about me.”
