روايات وقصص ضمن They Hated Him For Telling The Truth

"Thanks for the help, old man." He laughed quietly. "I'm not here to help. I'm here to tell you the truth. You want help? Stop being a coward. Stop hiding behind your father's rules. If you love her, tell her. Show her. Fight for her." "She hates me." "Of course, she hates you. You killed her baby." His words were like a knife to the gut. "I didn't know..."

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.

"I wanted to be honest so badly, I just didn't know how to survive the truth, You can hate me now for all you want ! But I did what I had to do ! And I am sorry ! " "I don't hate you, Lily.". "What?" "I said I don't hate you." He rubbed a hand over his face. "I'm hurt, I'm angry, I feel like a fool….. ." "But I don't hate you." A painful relief spread through my chest yet I still felt a pang of guilt , This guilt in me was eating me so bad that I couldn’t even look at his eyes and not see how he looked at me when his hands slipped away from mine at the festival when the truth came out, if he hated me, walking away would be easier.

He asked. "Nope," I said while still eating my goods. I can't look at him right now. I always end up being foolish whenever I'm looking at him. "Do...you hate them...that much?" He asked suddenly. I stopped eating and take a courage to look at him. I know what he mean but why am I feeling scared to tell him the truth that yes I hate them so much because of them...because of those thing I have something that I am scared of, something I want to forget and escape.

Lying had become a habit as it ran in his bloodstream even though he hated liars. It was all because of Alessandra. She had turned him into a liar and he despised himself for that. How could he say the damn truth when he was lying to himself.

“From the moment I saw him I hated him and wanted nothing to do with him. He’s horrible for what he did to us. I will never forgive him.” “I’m agreeing with them mum,” Luca said. “He’s a terrible man and I also hate him.” I couldn't say anything to them. They had already given their vote and I would let it stay like that. They kept on talking about how terrible he was and how they hated him over and over again. They were happy with their life now, adding Asher in would complicate things and I didn’t want it to get complicated. “If he really cared for us, he would have looked for us,” Luca added in.

"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.

I wish I could clearly see his face, wish I could stop the way my lips trembled and tears started to spill anew. “Don’t you hate me?” I whispered. “For what I did…the lies I told.” “I was hurt,” he said. “Very hurt knowing that you couldn’t even trust me to share the truth. I felt hurt knowing that you may have not considered me an option, even as a best friend after all. But hate…that’s taking it too far. And I could never hate you, Luna.” “Why?” I asked, the words all garbled.

“That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one I’ve got,” he said. “You can hate me for the timing, for how messy it is, but not for being honest.” My heart jumped at that. “I don’t hate you,” I said quietly. “Good,” he said, taking a step closer. “Because I’m not walking away from this.” I swallowed hard. “Even if everyone else hates us for it?” He shrugged slightly. “Let them. I’m done living by what they think.”

His eyes were already red. “When it came to me,” I asked softly, “was it because I wasn’t worth the effort?” He broke then. The tears came before the answer did. He covered his mouth with one hand for a second, like he was trying to get himself back under control and failing. “No,” he said at last, voice cracking. “No. It wasn’t that.” He shook his head hard, as though he hated how small the truth sounded when spoken aloud. “It was me. I hated the system. I hated what people said. I hated how it looked. And I made all of that your problem because it was easier than admitting I wanted what I had.”