It All Started With Hate

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TW: Violent acts including emotional, sexual, and physical abuse and acts against children are discussed throughout the chapter. Please be aware, as I do not want to purposefully trigger anyone.

I remember this chapter genuinely draining me to write. It brought me to tears more times than I could count. All of my character's stories merge into my own traumas and bits of my struggles, and in a way, it is a comforting factor to be able to write their story how I wished my own had went so many times. It is my idea of taking the story into my own hands, and it is such a healing factor for me. That is why I love Kimberly and Maggie and their strengths SO much.

All of these characters have such a piece of me in them. Thank you for allowing me to share them with you. Writing is genuinely the most healing thing I have ever experienced, and it has always been the thing to help me through my struggles.

As someone who has never been heard or talented in quite literally anything lol, it astonishes me that people actually find joy and enjoyment in my writing. It literally shocks the heck out of me. Every read, vote, and comment just makes me so happy and appreciative. Thank you guys so much for it all.

Again, please don't forget the TW! This chapter is fundamental to Maggie's character, but please don't make yourself uncomfortable. If you want, you can skip to the last two pages, and that should be fine!

"I am not what happened to me. I am what I choose to become." — Carl Jung
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Chapter 38
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Luke

I didn't like the color yellow.

Just pronouncing it made me roll my eyes. Hearing it aloud made me want to walk away mid-conversation, no questions asked.

It was just one of those things that annoyed the shit out of me.

Right now, though, for the first time in nineteen years, I loved it. I was pretty sure it was now my favorite color.

Maggie was right outside, a bright, yellow hoodie covering her body. It was hugging her curves despite the intent of it. She was playing with Fang, who was head over heels with the girl.

I didn't know what was up with that dog. Every time he saw me talk to her, it felt like he was side-eyeing me, just waiting for me to get the fuck out of the way so that he could have her to himself.

I rolled my eyes, watching as he rolled onto his back for her. She didn't even have a treat, which I always needed to get him to do that. Spoiled little asshole.

My attention jumped back to Maggie, who was laughing at him. Her pretty face was lit so beautifully, I felt my knees wobble despite me already sitting.

Here we go, again.

Shoving a hand down my face, I shook my head. I needed to get a grip. A little sleep would help, too.

I'd barely gotten any last night. I stayed up with Maggie, and watched a shit ton of Harry Potter until she fell asleep, and then waited to check for nightmares just in case that bastard, Lowen, set them off.

Involuntarily, my hands tightened into fists all over again. I didn't want to think about that son of a bitch for too long. If I did, I'd gladly go back, and bury a bullet in the fucker's skull.

What I gave him wasn't punishment enough. Not in the slightest. Had I heard anymore of his twisted bullshit, I would have torn his tongue out with my bare hands, and shoved it right back down his throat until he choked. His hands would have been a necklace for me had he even thought to touch Maggie, again.