[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"War means fighting, and fighting means killing." - Nathan Bedford Forrest
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Of course, it could not remain so civil and peaceful between us. Immediately after dinner we argued again and with a loud bang of the door I locked myself in my room and did not leave it. Harry yelled something in a rage after me, but I didn't answer him. He is such a huge asshole I really can't believe it.
I didn't leave my room until the next morning. Now I could at least walk properly again, because my soreness has subsided over the night. Fuck, yesterday it was really intense. I could hardly move, but of course I wouldn't have told Harry that. But now that everything is fine again there is no reason for me to sit still in my room. Besides, I got really hungry.
I don't care if Harry is in the kitchen or in the living room next door. I don't let him push me around or intimidate me. If I want to go to the kitchen, I'll go to the damn kitchen.
I entered the kitchen and looked around cautiously. But there was no sign of Harry. Even while I was making myself something to eat, he was nowhere to be seen. Good! Because with the attitude he had, I really can't stand him. Even less than usual.
But even though I didn't want to think about it anymore because I decided I didn't care, I couldn't stop thinking about Harry's nightmare. I wonder what he must have dreamed about to break his bedside lamp in his sleep... It must have really disturbed him, because even when I woke him up he still seemed to be completely confused and didn't understand that he was awake now.
But of course he wouldn't tell me about his dream. Why should he? After all, we never tell each other anything, and we certainly don't tell each other what's bothering us. Even though I was really interested, I knew that pushing him to tell me the truth wouldn't help. It would surely only make the whole thing worse. And after he was so shitty I left his room that night.
Just when I thought the mood between us had calmed down over the day, we had to argue again, of course. However, I'm still mad at him for treating me like I'm a clingy bitch just because I asked if he needed anything. If he really wants it then he should just drink himself to death.
Fuck, and I even told him that I don't even know how many I have already killed. Why did I do that? Now he surely thinks that I am a psychopath. Well, he is one too, so that shouldn't bother him. Still, it bothers me that I let him in on it. It should never have come to that.
But the real problem I have right now is that I have already forgotten why we had a fight last night after dinner. My grandmother always said that if you forget the reason for your fight, it wasn't an important fight and you were just looking for one to avoid seeing the truth, that you actually like each other. What kind of complete bullshit is that? Because that's definitely not the case!
