Love Pain & Hatred

17.Love Pain Hatred

{Jasmine Washington POV}

-Half a year ago-

I knew my future.

Finding myself with death because that's all I knew. To me, it was second nature. Experiencing so many deaths around you makes you numb. I was a child, yet I understood the only way to make it out alive was not to fear the thing that constantly happened around me. That was death.

But surrounded by many darkness's, I created the illusion that people will like instead of criticizing it. As a result, I never showed my true colors, neither did I intend to display my true intent. Only one person in this entire universe was able to see through me, including my pain, and that was Adams. You can call us the three amigos. That was us. Hanging around and chilling and me, well, you can say I was pretty obsessed with Adams.

He understood me, comforted me, and to me, he was the only one for me.

But all that went down the drain when I witnessed who he truly was.

"Are you really going to leave me when I just started trusting you," I heard Kiara whispered to a person, "Look, this was cool when we were in the moment but see it as a way where we got to say goodbye just in a sexual way...our relationship was never going to work, to begin with," a familiar voice uttered, "And why is that? Because that dusty ass, desperate ass bitch you with; she would never give you what I can," she expressed.

I didn't understand at that time. As a matter of fact, I should have never been there to hear that conversation. Snooping wasn't my cup of tea because it wasn't my business, definitely if it involved the privacy of my best friend. I'm too focused on planning every single detail of my revenge with my father, but something didn't feel right.

I was lying my ear to the door to continue what was already started when the conversation continued. "Look, I love that woman you are talking about. If you continue talking out the ass like this, what we have been doing for the past three years of my relationship behind your best friend back will be a mistake," the voice that sounded familiar but became apparent who it was said.

ADAMS

"That's impossible...three years," I mumbled to myself in disbelief as the tears that formed rolled in my heart shattered. I wasn't crying because I was being played for three fucking years, but the fact that I wasted my time on a person who shitted on me with my best friend, no, they both shitted on me. I was angry to the point where the pressure of holding my hand became evident that it bleeds. They both were the first people I gave my heart to ever since my mom's death. I didn't trust people easily, definitely if they approached me first, but those bastards were patient to the point I opened my heart and let them in. There was no coming back to this because what I heard I will remember for the rest of my life.

"Look, she trusts me s-," he expressed before getting interrupted.

"I don't give a shit if she jumps off a roof to profess her love to you...you act like you give a shit about her feelings because last time I check, you were begging me, not her, so let's stop the bullshit," she revealed.

Even though I didn't want to listen to her insult, I wanted to hear, maybe because this was the last hope I had inside me, but I wanted to make sure.

To hear from their own mouth was better than not hearing it at all.

Throwing me off guard, I heard a burst of loud sinister laughter.

"Why do you have to be serious...you, of all people, should understand how fucking pathetic she is; even if she did go through what she did, an apple doesn't fall too far from a tree; she probably just as crazy as her dads," he said while footsteps walk towards the door.