Stronger

Stronger-Hate.

A few days after that encounter,I came across Carl in the park. It seemed pretty deserted so I went and sat next to him. Dont ask me why.. I felt nice. He looked at me for a minute trying to register why I was next to him but he probably thought better of it and dident ask. Carl looked upset and for some reason I dident like seeing him like that. We sat there in silence for what felt like ever and finally he spoke. "Kyle is my half brother,we have the same dad." I nodded trying to take all of this in. "We never speak much because the fact that we have different moms make us I dont know ...feel crap about each other? Theres always that little bit of hatred about which mom our dad liked the best. But then I guess we both lost, after our dad decided to dump both our moms and get some girlfriend who is old enough to be his daughter.!" At this point Carl's face looked angry and for some reason it was HAWT. O I did not just say that.....I love Kyle. " But why do you have different surnames and you look like your from somewhere else..." I tried to say this without being offensive...  "He chuckled... "Kyle kept his mums maiden name Tucker and I guess I couldent bear to get rid of dad's last name....my mums Kurdish which is part of Iran and Iraq." I thought to myself,woah these muslim people sure are good looking! He continued "Kyle is half Australian from our dads side and half American." Carl looked so lost while explaning this that I wanted to give him a hug but I just patted his shoulder carefully. I stood up,"I guess I better leave...I gotta cook dinner." Carl looked up at me as if he was trying to study me and said "Thanks for listening..Darcy why do you hate me?" I closed my eyes and asked myself that question..I suddenly realised something and I owed it to him and myself to say it. I took a long look at him ,sighed and said "I dont." Then I walked of leaving him in the sunset.