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“You developed an opinion about them.“ He smiled sadly, averting his face from her view, “No, they rather have an opinion of me.“ He caressed her, fondly her cheeks, “I don't want you to hate me the same way they do.“ Her eyes softened at him, “Why would anyone hate you?“ “It's very easy to hate me. There are enough reasons to.“He chuckled sadly at himself, thinking of how many lives he was responsible for ruining. “You constantly anger me, Alexander but I can never hate you. You haven't given me a reason to.“

I made sure you ended up being publicly humiliated.  It was so f.u.cking satisfying. Tears pooled at the corners of my eyes, ready to burst open any minute. • why? Why did you do that?  It’s because I hate you. I fu.c.king hate everything about you, fu.c.king b.it.ch. I hate how everything is fu.c.king working out for you, you cheap tramp.  I’m glad I messed you up that time, and I would happily do it again if you don’t do what I want.

I can't believe this was the person whom I still call my father when he doesn't deserve to be called. "You want to know the reason behind my hate, right? I will tell you."

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.

I should be angry and throwing a tantrum, but I am surprised and still come and not angry, just a bit disappointed, though. 'Am sorry I didn't tell. I knew you would disagree. You are so proud, but I want you to be okay. Somewhere I can see you every day and know you are really fine. Steph, you know that I care about you so much that you are always on my mind. Life without you is becoming hard for me. I wish you could just give me a chance to be there for you. To love and cherish you. Please say yes to me. Be my girlfriend.'

You took my father , you took my life, what more do you want from me, your mother killed my mom and you still want to do this to me. I loved you through everything and I did literally everything to make sure that I was the perfect big sister to you but your hatred and blinded to your mother's request are the same reasons why you can’t see any of it and why I’d that ? Why do you hate me so much? Because you’re alive and I figking want you dead, I don’t give a fuck about any of it, I want you to die.

What the fuck is wrong with me? God, I hate myself. And I hate Evie. I hate her for living her life without me. And I hate that I haven’t been able to live without her. Because, really, all I have done for the last decade is exist inside the haze of my memories of her.

My mother was the grade dean at Westbridge Academy. To prove she would never favor her own daughter, she always used me to set an example. When I scored a 98 on her AP Statistics exam, she displayed my mistake in front of the class to prove she held me to a higher standard. When I picked up a calculator another student had dropped, she gave me a conduct notice. But Olivia, her favorite student aide, could cheat, lie, and break rules, and Mom always found a reason to believe her. Then two students were caught skipping PE to make out in a restricted equipment room behind the gym. I happened to have gone to the bathroom around the same time because my stomach hurt. That was enough for Mom to de

I wiped the tears from my cheeks and walked straight toward her. I didn’t stop until we were almost nose-to-nose. Despite the pain tearing through my chest, I forced a smile onto my face. “Kendra, why do you hate me so much? The last time I checked, I’ve never done anything to you.” Her eyes instantly filled with hatred. “I hate you because your parents are evil,” Kendra spat angrily, her face twisting up. “And you tried to steal my dad and Jason away from me!” Hearing that made something inside me snap. I just laughed right in her face, the sound loud and harsh.