Novel & Cerita Hate That

Hatred is one of those emotions that arises when a person loaths you. You despise that person to the point that even the most insignificant actions on their part infuriate you. That person is my father. I abhor him. I am appalled by his brazenness and how he interacts with others. Simply say, I despise him. A part of me wants to love him so badly that I often think about the times in the past when we had a healthy relationship. Still, those happy days never seem to come to my mind anymore because of how cruel he is.

"Feeling used but I'm still missing you And I can't see the end of this Just wanna feel your kiss against my lips And now all this time is passing by But I still can't seem to tell you why It hurts me every time I see you Realize how much I need you I hate you, I love you I hate that I love you I don't want to but I can't put Nobody else above you I hate you, I love you I hate that I want you You want her, you need her And I'll never be her......." (Note:"I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016)

“THEY HATE ME AND KILLED MY OLD MUM BECAUSE SHE LIKES ME WHY DOES DADDY HATE EVERYONE? I HATE THIS PLACE, I HATE DALE.”

And he turned and threw it all back in my face. I hate him. I hate him. I. Hate. Him. How can love burn so hot one second, only to rot into hate the very next?

I hated Tony with every ounce of energy in me. The abhorrence I felt towards Tony was so huge. It was like a giant cloud hanging over my head, threatening to consume me. I had never hated anyone this way. Just the mention of his name irritated me. I tore a book to shred just because it had a character whose name was Tony. I never knew I could hate anyone this way.

I hate everything about our situation. Fuck you, U.S government.

I hate crying. “I don’t like it,” I whisper. “I don’t like anyone near you. I don’t like anyone calling you theirs. Because every time they do… it feels like something is being stolen from me.” The words rush out now. Messy. Raw. “I know it’s stupid. I know we’re supposed to be ‘family.’ I know none of this makes sense. But I can’t stop it. I can’t stop wanting you. And I hate myself for it.” There.

Something crackling. And fuck—I hate it. I hate Isla Moreau.

I said, rubbing my chin. I’m never going to let him take what’s mine, he never liked father, and father never liked him, always trying to be alone and spiteful, I hated that, besides he pushed me off a railing when we were little, I’m not going to let him have his cake and still eat it. I picked up my phone to dial a number “It’s time I did things my way” I muttered, dialing. “Hey hot stuff” I heard her call over the phone, I rolled my eyes, she’s only attracted to the wealthy, just the type I’m looking for.

And I fucking hate that. . . .