I Hate My Family Novels & Stories

I asked, voice trembling as I looked between them. Neither of them answered. “Uncle Felix…” I stepped forward slightly. “Why didn’t you tell me my parents stopped by? Why does it feel like everyone knows something I don’t?” He looked away. Tears burned my eyes before I could stop them. “Why does my own family hate me?” I asked, voice breaking completely. “What did I ever do wrong?” “No, Kiara,” Uncle Felix said quickly. “That’s not true. They want the best for you.”

He feels more at home with murderers than his own family. “I thought you said you have a great relationship with your mother,” I recall. “I do, but the rest of my family I fucking hate. I wouldn’t even call them family. I didn’t grow up with them, they just think because we share DNA I owe them shit,” he spits through gritted teeth. “That offer to kill your father still stands,” I smirk.

"So what if I hit you? If it weren't for you, Athena wouldn't hate me, and my family wouldn't be falling apart! "All of this is because of you. You ruined everything, you bitch!" Sophia stood frozen, her mouth agape in shock. "But… didn't you say we were a family? Isn't Jackson fond of me?" Jackson shot back instantly, his expression icy, just like the way he used to look at me. "I never liked you! You're the reason I lost my mom. I hate you! "We were never a family—not with you." Mason's expression was just as cold, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Get the hell out."

And I thought that would last forever but reality set in. I don't know what exactly changed in me but I was slowly becoming unhappy with my life. I tried so much to be happy but. I couldn't help it. I was going crazy and soon the love Maya and I shared seemed to vanish. We did nothing but fight and it put a strain on our family. It was not Maya's fault. It was my fault. In the process, I was hurting my family. I started to hate myself.

I never for once believed her because that case was different for Morris, since I knew him better, he never showed even a tiny bit of love to dad, and what got me surprised what that he never failed to hide his hatred for dad and his love for mom. If he hated dad, then I was going to hate him too, but I couldn't bring myself to do such. Mom always said " Hatred should never exist in a family because love makes a family stronger and create a priceless bond. My babies even if I'm not here with you never fill your heart with hatred for anybody, especially your family." I would always smile and call my mom smart but Morris and I knew she was referring to him. He would always roll his eyes and pr

He was family. Another big reason I hate birthdays is because of my family. My blood family. Every year, I'm reminded that I'm not in their lives anymore. And that I'm dead to them. I wonder if they know that I'm married to a billionaire now. I wonder if they even talk about me. Or even remember that my birthday is tomorrow. My mom always made everyone's birthday so special. I wonder if it breaks her heart that she can't do anything special for my birthday anymore. It stabs my soul to not have them in my life anymore.

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.

As I was recovering and some of my strength returned, I slowly stood up and walked to the corner. I kept reminiscing about my mistakes, but I found none. Why does it seem like my family hates me so much? What did I do wrong? When all I did was submit to them.

"I did the same thing for most of my extended family" "But you dislike a lot of your extended family" I reply. I don't want to use the word 'hate', but I do remember the choice words he's had to say about his family before; about how they're greedy and enabling and selfish. I don't want my mum to ever be like that, and that's not really in her nature, but when someone's offering to be such a huge support system it could bring out a different side to them.

It wasn’t my fault who my father was so why am I getting hated for it? I just want us to be family and get along with each other. Why do they hate me so much? Please someone help me! I am scared! Mommy! Please help me! I don’t like this! Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.