They Hated Him For Telling The Truth Novels & Stories

"I know I can’t. I know I fucked up." "Fucked up?" I repeated, scoffing. "That’s putting it mildly." His glance burned with frustration. “Then tell me what to do, because I’m holding out. Tell me what it will to take for you to believe me.’” My pulse raced, my heart slammed against my ribs as I stared at him. Because the truth? The truth was—I didn’t know. I had hated him for so long, blamed him, convinced myself I would never forgive him, that there was nothing to be salvaged.

He said, “I am busy.” She was not going to make things easier for him, “Fine. Know it by yourself.” He accepted defeat, “You won, Mom.” They spent the whole day together, doing all sorts of activities that be detested for one truth. When the day ended, he quickly fired the question. “Tell me?” Fair enough. Since she promised, she had to tell him, “He hates you because he believes that you are not a good person.” “What did I do?”He asked. He could not believe that a child as small as that one was judging him.

In Uncle Hector's eyes, I had always been honest; it was why he liked me. I heard from my father that Uncle Hector hated most when others lied to him. Uncle Hector originally had a wife and children, but his wife deceived him and eventually ran away with their children. It was the reason why he hated it when others lied. I hurriedly explained, but Uncle Hector just would not believe me. I even said I would be a dog if I lied, but Uncle Hector was still furious. He went to sleep outside by himself and ignored me. Besides Grandpa, Dad, Mom, and Uncle Liam, the one who treated me the best was Uncle Hector, but now, he hated me.

I honestly told him. It was the truth. I didn't hate him for being him. I just hated the fact that he was once a part of that trail that took the last straw of happiness for humans. And even though I couldn't understand his ways, as long as I see him differently, it wouldn't matter anymore. It's because I chose not to be dictated by hatred itself. I want to believe in him no matter what and even if it hurts already to a point I might face death. This might be because of my feelings toward him. The love that I know wouldn't be reciprocated until the day he would reject me.

I frowned, trying to divert the subject. “I’ve been doing things I never imagined I would do. I made your enemies my enemies. I expelled my father from the pack, the person I loved most in this world, even my friendship with my Arie is shaken. All because of you.” He cupped my face with both hands, breathing heavily. “So tell me, do you still hate me?” I searched his eyes for the right answer, unsure of how he would react if I told the truth. Should I lie? And beyond that, what even was the truth?

I whispered it one last time, barely loud enough for them to hear. “I hate him.” But even as I said it, the tears slipping down my face told the truth neither of them dared to call me out on.

I paused, then heaved a deep sigh. “I couldn't tell them the truth, Adams. I was terrified that they would despise me the same way I despised my father. I wanted to tell them the fucking truth but I couldn't. I hate that I didn't have the balls to do it!” I said through gritted teeth, balling my hands till my knuckles burned.

“If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't be here “I was on... We used to be mates. You loved me and I loved you too. We didn't do almost everything together. Although everyone hated me, you didn't" "Why did they hate you?” I hesitated. I didn't want to tell him the reason, but I also realized there was no use hiding anything from him. He was my mate and couldn't hurt me for being a witch.

Words of disdain he had fired at my mother when she died and his cold attitude and hatred towards her when she was still alive filled my head. “It's a lie," I whispered in a quivering voice. Tears stung in my eyes but I didn't look away from that face. “You hated her," I blurted out the truth I had always known. “You married her best friend a few weeks after her death. You hated her, you spoke ill of her. You're lying!" I spat. He sighed and pushed the empty glass towards me for a fill. I wanted to get up and leave this conversation for another day.

Marcus nods not replying. "Look, you hated me plenty of times throughout our lives, Marcus. Hate goes, I realised it wasn't worth it, so pretty quickly after I didn't hate you, Marcus. I stood by you after it all, I fucked up, avoiding and ignoring you. That wasn't down to me hating you, Marcus, that was me being a dick, then after that, I didn't because I felt guilty. Fact is, I would never and I mean never tell anyone I hated you, Marcus, because I know full well deep down I don't, and I would be fine. So her saying that, was all on her." Marcus nods.