Themes In The Hate U Give Novels & Stories

*Kane's POV* When I felt her hands creeping up my shirt to my back, it reminded me of the scars that sit there. Most of them from my father and some of them because of her. Because I took punishments for her. The hate and resentment that came along with that realization was enough to snap me out of whatever trance her lips had put me in. Leaning back on the door to my room after shutting it quickly, I try to calm my heart rate down. I sit on the edge of my bed and put my elbows on my knees, resting my head in my hands.

The shadows she saw in her vision. It all felt like there was a new weight being added to their shoulders every other hour. “They’re closing in,” She whispered, more to herself. Kellen leaned forward on his throne, resting his arms on his knees. “We’ve handled threats before, but this… this is different,” He muttered. “They’re not attacking us head-on. They’re playing with our minds. With our food. With our children.” The last word hit Daciana like a punch to the chest. Children.

I was not entirely successful. The lecture was fine. I retained maybe forty percent of it because the other sixty percent of my brain was occupied with frost blue eyes and a question I had been turning over since yesterday. Whether I was actually going to do it. Whether I was going to take the challenge he had dropped on me right there in my bedroom while his hand was inside me and Jaxon was at the bottom of the stairs. Make him hate me. The idea of it felt ridiculous and also, quietly, terrifying. I was walking the hallway toward my next class with my phone in my hand, checking it for the fourth time since I sat down in my last lecture, when I heard my name.

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I cried loudly, a crystal of misery flowed from my eyes sinking me in a lava I never fathomed to reach but each time it got stronger. “What did I.. do wrong!? What sin did I commit!?.. I hated violence... I became a part of gore.. I wanted to be ...loved... My own mate hates me... Why am I so hated?! Why am I tested!?” I yelled, hugging him again and letting out my destruction in the form of tears. Please don’t speak the word hope in front of me ever again, that’s what I pray now. I only have pain in my fate. “Why am I so hated!? Why does it happen to me?!”

Every move lethal. She thought of Anna. Of the fire in the girls eyes before she beat them and broke them. Of the laughter they had shared before the darkness swallowed them. Of the smell of sweat and gym floors and shared secrets. For them all, she would make this right. For the girls trapped below, she would fight. For her mother, who had always told her she had fire in her bones. And for Lauren, the sister she had chosen, who never stopped fighting even when her own hands were tied.

I bellowed, Anger rising in me like a tide and I could hear the throbbing of my rage in me like a drumbeat. “This is the beginning of our new life, this is our new future and Ava here won’t be a part of that.” She smiled wickedly. There’s no way she’s going to do that.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── She carried it home wrapped in brown paper and sat with it on her bed for an hour, just looking at it. The problem with gestures, she'd learned from watching her mother, was that they only worked if they were true. A gift given out of guilt looked like guilt. A gift given out of pity looked like pity, and pity was the one thing Julian Thorne would hand back to you without opening it. This had to be given as what it actually was — not comfort, not an apology, not a bridge or an olive branch or any of the other things people called gestures when they wanted them to do too much work.

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Anything had a solution, even my pain had one. Something in me blew the fondness I had for myself and hatred seeped deep inside. Hatred against the Jamaerah. I heard this place made the negative feeling stronger but I didn’t need the help of this place to hate the Jamaerah. I saw them as my mortal enemies. Once I would go outside, I would have my revenge. I wasn’t a villain but against them, I would become one. However, would killing a villain be considered a villainous act? No, it was a heroic act. I would give the world a means to peace.