Novel & Cerita Why Do You Hate Me

“Why should I? It’s obvious we both hate each other. That’s why we can’t ever agree on anything. And about what you said? It doesn’t surprise me. You’re a selfish, egoistic jerk you do things for your own gain. Nothing new there.” He raised a brow. “Really? I never said I hated you. And for the record, I was only kidding earlier.” I turned away. “Whatever. I don’t care what you think. And you should knowI don’t like you. I don’t even know why. I just can’t help the hate. So don’t get your hopes high that I’m gonna fall for you someday. Even if you gave me the whole damn world, it’s not happening. I’m sure of that.”

"Why do you hate me so much?" "You really want to know why I hate you?" I demanded, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I hate you because you know me. I hate you because you’ve seen me at my absolute lowest. I hate you because you hold the secrets I am trying so desperately to bury. I hate you because I'm terrified you're going to expose me. And I hate you because you are so frickin' handsome! Why does someone like you have to know someone like me?"

I rapped, turning my door knob. "It's not what you think" she said. "Please I want to be alone…say sorry on my behalf to Mirabelle…it just a misunderstanding!" I concluded and slammed the door at her. If things wasn't going to work out here, then I would behave like though I don't exist. I was getting tired of the complaints about me. I wonder what gossip would turn up now about me. Why was I just seeing destruction anywhere I was? It pissed me off sometimes and when I try to tell people about that, it would turn to something else. I could even tell what would happen to people I was close to and yet, it was rare to believe me even if it comes into fruition, and it happened that only Jessica

I growled, staring deep into his eyes, giving him a choice to hate me or love me. . . . Ray's P. O. V Hate me... The word resounded me in my ears a thousand times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't see myself hating her. It was impossible. " I can't..." I muttered, still looking at her. " What did you say?" She asks me, her voice coming out as a whisper. " I can't.... Do it..... I can't hate you. I don't know how to." I said again, strongly this time, begging and hoping she'll understand. Then all of a sudden, she started hitting me in every place that was available.

He frowns "Why do you want to be something. You've been fine all this while hating me. Why does that have to change?" I shrug "Because I don't hate you anymore. I don't want you to hate me" I am literally baring out my dead heart to him. I don't do this mushy shit. I am not one to be this weak. What has changed? "I don't hate you man; I hate your kind. I hate that you killed my people in the '90s. It happened there is nothing we can do about it but there is no good from us being friends. Nothing good will come from that and no one will accept it"

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It wasn’t my fault who my father was so why am I getting hated for it? I just want us to be family and get along with each other. Why do they hate me so much? Please someone help me! I am scared! Mommy! Please help me! I don’t like this! Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me. Help me.

I whisper brokenly, confronting her, my body trembling. I’m almost an adult now, desperate for answers. “Why do you hate me so much?” I breathe, my eyes slowly rising to look directly into hers. “Because you’re an anomaly. Because you look just like…” she trails off, a look of pure hatred written all over her face.

No one helps me. I walk through the empty streets on the outskirts of the city. Big houses with tall iron fences stand on both sides. Garden lights glow dimly, creating long, scary shadows. Occasionally a car passes by at high speed, splashing water at me. I don't dodge because I don't care. I just keep walking. Why does everyone hate me? That question keeps spinning in my head. Like a broken record, over and over, never stopping. Why does everyone hate me? What did I do wrong? Is it because I'm ugly? Is it because I'm fat?