I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

I'm suppose to go to work early and if I didn't want to be late to work tomorrow then I better head home. I gulp down my last beer, pay the barista and rush out of there with my assistant following behind me. Today is the day my father died 20 years ago. I'm supposed to be sad but I'm rather angry. I hated my father. I hated my parents. I hated my little sister, Kylie. The only member of my family I don't hate is my little brother Lee. But he annoys me. Thinking about my family always made me furious. I lived a hard life as a kid. My mother treated us very badly and my father was a coward who never confronted my mother whenever she treated us like worthless kids. So I hated my father the mos

And claim. "My family is one of the many founding families of the small town I came from," he began. "Rich, prestigious, and prosperous we were until the conflict that cost us every single thing. The fall was so bad it affected generations after that. We became a laughing stock, the town's entertainment tale." He stopped as he remembered his late grandfather, seated on the old rocking chair he loved so much, narrating this to him. It felt so fresh in his memory, like it was told only yesterday.

“I have feelings. I have a heart. And it’s affected by every single demeaning word you throw at me.” They shout back. Both of them. Over each other. At me. At the mess. “Oh I'm the disgrace to the family huh? You wanna play that game?” I laugh, wild and ugly. “Fine. Since we're finally talking in this family you should know I hate you. I hate you both. I hate this fucking dysfunctional family.” My dad steps forward. “Watch your mouth.”

It ruined me. I love my parents and my siblings. I love them genuinely, but there are just times I hate them also. And those times are times like this; when comparisons enter the story. I'm honestly tired of the same shit going over and over again since I've started having a consciousness of my own. The unending hate I got makes me want to peel my skin off of my body and hide where no one can find me. I just want to disappear and never come back. And with that in mind, I've finally decided to leave everything behind and start anew.

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I hated it. "You can't like me," I said. I shook my head and took a small step back. "That's impossible. I am impossible to… like.” The amusement disappeared from his face. "Why do you keep saying that?" "Because it's true." My voice cracked, and I looked away before he could see how much his question affected me. "Your brothers hate me. Lucien can barely stand to look at me, and Knoxx acts like I'm the worst thing that ever happened to this family. So why would you be any different?"

It hurt, but it hurt more to see my mother suffer. "Hmph..." Heitor expressed his displeasure. "We're taught to romanticize family." "Exactly. And sometimes we remain trapped in a toxic family that doesn't bring us anything good simply because the social and moral concepts instilled in us are so strong that we force ourselves to endure everything," I concluded. "My father is a piece of shit, Sam! And I don't want to be like him. Help me." Heitor looked at me with a tear rolling down his handsome face.

TYLER’S POV I haven't been home since the morning. I needed some time away. Knowing that I have to come home and have dinner with the person who hates me with every bone of her body, I preferred eating outside. Although I am not going to eat out every day, I will figure out a way to ignore her. It's best for both of us. No one interferes in each other's life. It's not like I never controlled myself in times of need, without anyone. I can do that this time too. I don't need anyone.

"I just want to get to know you more. I spent my time looking at you, and I might have made so many assumptions about you that night that are not true. So tell me yours, and I will tell you mine." I gave it some thought. There wasn’t much about me that I could tell everybody, "My dad died in an accident, my mom remarried, and I hate my new family so much.” I expected him to ask further questions that would piss me off, like what makes you speak so badly of them and why I was frowning greatly, but he doesn’t. “Everyone hates their family's, but I believe you will likely find a way to cope with them.” “Not this one; I can’t love them; they are not my family." I could never be family with Jone

“How I wish they are your real kids.” “I’d rather live by myself and die without successors! Why? Because I don’t want to be like you who can bear to see his son suffer in a kind of life that he didn’t want! I hate this family! “ A punch met my face and I tasted my own blood on the lips. “Don't ever say that again!” I smiled and I stopped his cane before it hit me. “Oh why, you now know how to~~”