روايات وقصص ضمن They Hated Him For Telling The Truth

He hated himself for how he’d treated her. “Damn it,” he muttered, his voice cracking. “Why did she even come? Why me… every damn time?” A bitter smile tugged at his lips. How could he have possibly told her the truth, that he wasn’t sick, that he was drowning in guilt over killing his grandfather, that his father was a liar, and that his mother had sacrificed everything to keep him out of prison? “Thank you, universe,” he whispered brokenly. “You really made my life a screw-up.”

“Then you're a disappointment and a fool, because trust me when I say… no man is worth ruining your future over.” Something in my chest cracked. Tears fell down my face silently… Not because he just insulted me—but because he did so with the truth behind it. And as humans we've always hated hearing the truth. Why? Because it freaking hurts. “Thank you, Henry.” I said, quietly. Then slammed the door shut.

SCARLETT “ Why? ” I stared at his back. “ why do you hate me, Izer? ” He thought he could get rid of me just by telling me that he hated me? He was wrong. It did hurt me to hear that he despised me enough to not even want to look at me. But I was not letting it cloud my judgment. I already uncovered the worst truths of my life. I was not about to give up on knowing why he changed and hated me like I was a horrendous illness.

Hatred etched into those blue eyes that I loved so much. My heart clenched in my chest. "I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, trust me. I didn't want to lie to you." I cried. "I was so scared that you would hate me if you knew about my identity. That's why I didn't tell you yet. But tonight, I was about to tell you everything about me. I swear, I was about to reveal my every secret. I couldn't hide it from you after knowing your past. After knowing why you hate the mafia so much."

I just can't imagine him being disgusted with the way his parents train him how to control people and gave him the permission to be happy while everyone outside of their place is suffering. When he explained things to me, I know that he's telling the truth. I can read people way and even though I know that they are telling the truth, I sometimes get hurt which made me hate them and deny what the truth is. And I would do the same if I were him so that would be reasonable.

“Don’t say that.” “It’s the truth,” he said, rain dripping from his jaw. “You can hate me, you can shoot me, you can walk away but don’t pretend you didn’t feel it too.” My breath hitched. “You don’t get to tell me what I felt.” “Then tell me,” he whispered, his voice raw. “Tell me you don’t love me.” I opened my mouth, but the words refused to come. Because they weren’t true. I hated him. I hated myself more.

“That’s what I care about, doll.” It stung. It hurt more than I wanted to admit. But I refused to believe him. I twisted free again. The clouds shifted then, and pale moonlight spilled over us, illuminating his face, those blazing eyes, that hard, unyielding expression. “Sometimes I hate you,” I said bitterly. “Yeah,” he shot back. “Out of bed.” “Why did I even bother telling you about that poor people?” “I can’t figure that out either.” “Are you going to do something about it?”

He must have thought that I was crying because of him which I wasn't. "No Soren, I'm so sorry for not being able to tell you what I want to. It's refusing to come out of my mouth. I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark and leaving you to keep guessing it out yourself." He sighed but said nothing, so I continued. "The pack members never liked me for once, so I got cheated most of the time, and I thought they must have changed but you know what you saw, they are filled with hatred." "Why the hate?" He questioned me in a whisper.

He was weak and proud and also quite arrogant and he was my greatest nemesis. I didn't like any single thing about him because he was so fake and nothing seemed transparent about him and I trusted nothing about him and that was what insinuated my hatred for him because he didn't know what he was doing or what was wrong either. I just hated his guts so badly. I was going to make sure I destroy every single thing that happens to them.

i snapped at him. He winced, but he didn’t back down. “You were never supposed to find out like this. I thought I could shield you… from them, from everything.”he said and those word alone were enough to make me very angry, how could he say that. “You wanted to hide the truth from me, when yo knee very well, i would had found out eventually”i snapped at him I shook my head, my voice sharp. “You’re lying to yourself if you believe that. The truth always comes out. And now… now I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.”