All Chapters of I Never Hated You : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eight years later……………….. I rolled over to my side and looked at the person right next to him. Judging from how he snored, his chest rising in tide with his breath, he was still in a deep state of slumber. That meant that I could leave the room without him noticing. I looked at the wall clock and the long clock hand immediately merged with the short clock hand - it was 12:00 AM, I had to get out of there. Hold on, I know what you're thinking, Dante you're such a slut, well, guess what? I deserve it. I had come a long way since high school. I was no longer the thin, soft, bony, nerd who looked like he could get blown away by the wind. I worked so hard to change that image of mine, to change from the old Dante to the Dante I was; the new Dante. I constantly worked out to give myself that physique I wanted, and I locked myself away from ever falling in love with anyone. If love was in the air, I would hold my breath and rather suffocate than breath in the stupid love that was in

Hakim's POV I was able to recognize Dante even before I could recognize my own mother. That was how attached we were as babies, and substantially grew up, bonded together as children. He was always this tiny looking human being that was always frail and fragile, looking like something that could be snapped into two. But the more frail and fragile he looked, the more I felt the burning need to protect him, to shield him. I remember when we were still in kindergarten. Mom had dropped me off at his place to go get some groceries and stuff. He was intensely watching SpongeBob SquarePants, his whole being engrossed in the television. His mom came out of the kitchen and did some ranting about him being addicted to SpongeBob before taking the remote control and turning it off, making him to start crying. His cries almost made me go crazy, and as little as I was, maybe at five or six years old, I waged war against his mother, following her to the kitchen and beating her legs with my lit

“ Good morning Mr Mali”, I said, still sitting, not even giving a shit about what he might think or how he would feel, “ to what do I owe this August visit?” “ Good morning Dan…. Oh, Mr Davis. I'm sure Galinda must've informed you that you'll be training under me”, he said, looking as dashing as a character out of a fictional book, his hair neatly tucked, his suit nicely worn, with the bridges as straight as the owner. “ Yes she did”, I said, looking up at him, and I hated it. It felt as if I was little, as if I was technically a child looking up to him. I should've really stood up, now I regret it. “ Okay. I have a case by 11:00 AM, so Galinda will help you prepare everything I would be needing for the case”. “ Okay sir”, I brought my face down immediately, opening my laptop and peering into it with no reason in particular. I had expected him to leave after delivering his message, but he still stood there for what seemed like two minutes, staring at me as I stared into my c

I quickly regained my composure, picked up the box and placed it in the backseat, smelling his perfume in the car, and gosh, I felt like choking - don't mind me, it smelled so nice, but I wouldn't agree to that. “ Galinda said I'll be driving you to court?” I asked, holding my head high. “ Did she?” He asked, amusement clearly written on his face. “ Let's make this clear sir, you employed me, yes, as a lawyer, and not as your driver, and permit me to say that this will be the last time that this kind of thing will ever happen”, I would've added ‘ have I made myself clear?’ “ Okay”, he said, sounding unoffended, much to my surprise. He got into the car and I zoomed off, still feeling angry but not knowing exactly why. I watched him from the rear mirror as he absorbed himself into his iPad, and I felt the rising sensation to jump to the back of the car and strangle him to death. “ Unless you want to get us both killed, I recommend that you turn your gaze and pay attention

“ I think I'll have to handle criminal cases for now”, I said to Sasha the next day. “ I had thought about it all through the night, and I don't just think that I'm ready to put all that happened behind me”. I saw my reflection on the glassy center table, and even though the image was vague and unclear, the heavy bags under my eyes sparked immediate attention, putting itself out very noticably, just like how the sun took up attention on a sunny day. She looked at me with a neutral expression, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. Even though she had abandoned her Therapist profession to venture into travel writing, I could still tell that she was analyzing my situation and decision, and probably thinking of appropriate words to use in relaying her thoughts. The therapist was still in her. “ You are quite sure that you gave it a long thought?” She asked, taking her eyes away from me for a sec to place the kettle on the burner. “ Yes, I did”, I said