They Hated Him For He Told The Truth の小説・ストーリー

“What no one told me was that you were that man who rescued me. And that you put that bullet in his head. I wanted to be angry at you for not telling me the truth when you could have. But I couldn’t bring myself to hate you. I mean, what was I even supposed to say? That I hate you because you killed my father? I hated that man, more than anything in this world. I saw my mom die every day seeing him cheat on her like that. I don’t even think she died of sickness. I think she died because she couldn’t take it anymore.”

"That's your —" "He definitely pours all his hatred for me, he makes me go through hell each and every day, he hurts me, bruises me.....but he is not disgusted with me. He is not ashamed to have a mate like me, it's his hatred for the bond that makes him act this wav to me." I found myself saying, "You are saying what you'd like to hear and I am saying what is truth" "You can't make every lie a truth.” She spat. "You can't mess with my beliefs no matter what you say."

"Because I've wanted to for years. I couldn't stop myself when you were right there in front of me." "I don't understand. We hate each other. You hate me." "No ,you hate me."I corrected."I never hated you." "Yeah, right." "I'm being serious," I repeated gently. "I didn't hate you. In fact, I liked you so much that I didn't know what to do with it. And instead of being honest... I was a coward." His lips parted slightly, breath catching. "You expect me to just believe that?"

Another ugly truth “I still…” I can’t even say it. I bowed my head and tears were falling freely now. “I’m so tired, Jeremy…” So fucking tired. “Tired of fighting myself.” “Tired of pretending.” “Tired of loving someone I’m not allowed to love.” My shoulders started to shake. “I hate him.” The words come out weak. “I hate him so much.” Then a pause . “I love him.” The fact that that sounded much better destroyed me completely, because it’s the truth I’ve been running from.

And I’d rather be hated for being real than loved for a lie. Let them whisper. Let John hate me. Let the pack pretend I’m the villain. At least I’ll never be her.

He shook his head and looked straight ahead " you don't know the real truth " " then tell me " I said looking down at his leaned head . Jacob pushed off my shoulder then looked me right in the eye " I hated her " he confessed his voice harsh and cold " I hated her the moment Dante brought her back , I knew what happened to our family wasn't her fault but I still turned all my anger and hatred upon her when she was just a baby . I ignored her for a better part of her life and never actually made an effort to see what was happening to her "

Because even though I hated him, I couldn’t hate him because we were blood right? Now that I knew the truth, I didn't know what I felt. There came a sense of relief, a sense of freedom. But with it was… “I hated him.” I spoke out. All that was there was silence. I needed an outlet, a way to let out the thunderstorm in my mind. So I continued. “I hated him more than anything for how he treated me.” “I knew the way he treated me was wrong, but I loved him regardless. Because he was my father. How could I hate him?”

"I shouldn't have gone out. Not when I knew that someone could have recognized me. I know you hate me but-" "I don't hate you," he shook his head, a wisp of his hair falling onto his face. He pushed it back almost immediately. "Hate is strong feeling. I've ever only hated one person in my entire life." His eyes were steady, and for the first time, open and truthful. I knew who he was talking about, of course. He was talking about my father. Although, it was a small relief that he didn't hate me. I didn't want anyone hating me.

His voice was low, almost a promise, almost a threat. “Don’t,” I whispered. He didn’t answer. The door shut behind him. And I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, my hands covering my face. Tears came hot, unstoppable. Not because I wanted him back. Not because I forgave him. But because I hated the truth. The truth always hurt , it feels like a stab to the chest. Nothing comes close Also hated that the more he stayed, the harder it became to remember why I ever left.

She told me with burning hatred in her eyes. "You are such a pathetic liar, you never spill out the whole truth, another reason why I can never be yours, here you are painting me as a bad person to your own favour, you won't tell them the reason why I started disliking you was when I found my mate and you killed her in cold blood." As soon as the words spilled out of his mouth, he realized what he has just said and I was left in utmost shock, it was as if they thought they were the only ones in the room and they were free to reveal multiple secrets.