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Silence. My voice sounds small. But the words are huge. Too huge. They fill the whole room. He doesn’t move. Don't blink. “...What?” “You heard me.” “Nico” “No, listen,” I cut in. “I’m tired of pretending. I’m tired of acting like it’s normal to see someone else touch you like that. It makes me sick. It makes me angry. It makes me” My voice breaks. I hate that. I hate crying.

My mother’s hatred towards me seems rooted in her resentment towards my father for abandoning us and everything else associated with him. My sister is a different story altogether. She has no real reason to harbor resentment or hatred towards me. When we were younger, I took care of her during the times our mother had to work late at night, and I always did my best to look out for her. Yet, this is the thanks I get for caring for my family—the ingratitude and misunderstanding. Meanwhile, Brian, on the other hand, is a jerk and completely undeserving of my love and affection. I find myself overwhelmed with frustration and disappointment, and I couldn't help but think so as I listened to my mo

And Sienna — she deserved more than a man broken beyond repair. But none of that explained why his chest ached like hell the moment she walked away. Meanwhile... Sienna leaned against her closed bedroom door, her heart pounding like it was trying to escape her chest. Tears pricked her eyes — not from weakness, but from frustration. From anger. She hated that he could stir so much emotion inside her — only to retreat like she meant nothing. But what scared her more was how much it did mean to her. How much he meant. “I won’t cry for a man like him,” she whispered fiercely to herself.

He replied walking away and refusing to turn back despite my screams and rants. "I'm the best fucking company you can ever have or hope to have because you're so...so...annoying." By the time I was done speaking, I was out of breath and Aaron had already taken off in his car. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so angry, but Aaron had a way of always pissing me off and bringing out the worst in me. I couldn't stand him and I hated myself for it. Still, I wasn't about to let him have the last word and have me feeling like a fool so I wasn't in control of myself when I practically ran to my car shoved the key into the ignition and turned.

He just stood there, watching her fall apart like it meant nothing. Then—smack!—a sharp slap lit up his face. "Nolan!" Vanessa ran over, cradling his cheek. Nolan shoved Vanessa off. Then his hand shot out, grabbing Hailey by the arm. His eyes burned red—just like the pit bull's. Hailey's were just as red now, blazing with hate. She blinked fast, fighting the tears. No way she'd let him see her break. "You piece of trash," she spat. Nolan let out a cold, twisted laugh.

he loves you so much. Emotions surged her. ‘You must he wondering what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling..." She met Catherine's eyes. ‘Was I bitter? Absolutely. Hurt? You bet. Who doesn't feel a part of their heart break at the blatant rejection slapped right into your face without even saying a word yet? You ask yourself every question you can think of. What, why, how come, and then your sadness turns to anger. That's my favorite part. It drives me, feeds me, and make one hell of a story.’

I replied. "Here it is, don't trust love, trust hatred," it threw me off guard, what did she mean by "don't trust love, trust hatred"? She noticed the confused look on my face and chuckled, "It sounds strange and confusing right?" I nodded my head, anticipating her explanation, "Here's the analogy behind that mantra, hatred can't be hidden for so long but love can. An angry person has every tendency to destroy a whole pack, though it's not a good thing right?"

“Of course, I'm upset about the fact that you're all forcing Daniel into marrying someone as selfish and self-centered…" Amelia's eyes flashed with anger, her voice firm and unwavering. “Shut your mouth, Mia!” she exclaimed, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. She shot Mia a warning glare, daring her to continue. The room fell silent once again, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air. Mia's face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration, her pride wounded by Amelia's rebuke. She clenched her fists, her mind racing for a comeback, but the words remained unspoken.

Is that why it hurts so much I hate him I hate him with all my strength

"I don't want to see your pathetic tears. You know, I despise you more than your sister. You and your whole family are the most horrible people I have ever come across. Just wait until it's time for revenge… Until then, I will be torturing you little nerdy. And no one will help you or let you escape from this, even death…!!" Just like that, his lips crashed on mine and I tried my hands in defence to push him away. And he got more and more enraged. And pinned my arms above my head and kissed with more force. There was no love or passion… I felt only revenge. And through the kiss, he showed me how painful it would get until I tasted the blood. Just like that first kiss was stolen away by him…!