TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

Ba dum... Ba dum... Badum...

If you are wondering what that is. Well, that's the sound of my heart beating as I made my way up these seemingly endless steps to my destruction.

Dang! I never felt this anxious or nervous about anything in my whole life in a long time until I met this crazy woman who I am in love with. Yeah, I love her. But I need to man up and get this over with.

Fuu... Finally, I made it up the stairs of doom. Though a part of me somewhat wishes I didn't

The guards in the passageway directed me to the room that Tajea was staying in upon my request. It's the one I slept in during my few days here.

Sigh. Wish me luck, people. I opened the door slowly, entering the lioness's den.

Phew! Thank goodness, Tajea was fast asleep. I thought I was going to die for sure.

Anyway, I'll let her rest and face her later. After all, she must be tired, since she probably didn't get enough sleep. Physically, mentally, and even emotionally stressed out by my sudden disappearance or not hearing from me for several hours.

But if I had made contact with them—her—I'd get distracted from what I do best and punish those who did wrong against me. I'm protecting her from my crazy world. Still, there is no excuse for what I've done. I should have let her know I was alive from the second I made it off that plane.

It was very cruel of me to let her needlessly worry about me. Let her believe I was dead. I'm not a good human being. But I try my best to always do good, even when it's difficult.

Anyway, how will I make this up to her? That is, if she doesn't kill me after I tell her what happened, or worse, she leaves me. That would be horrifying.

Sigh. Escaping one deadly situation and dropping into something deadlier.

But at least I get more time to mentally prepare myself for whatever she's coming with later. I don't think, even if I have a thousand years, I will ever be prepared for what's to come. I need all the luck in the world to survive this one.

As I was about to leave the room, there came Regina exiting the bathroom, shocked to see me. And to avoid disrupting Tajea's seemingly peaceful sleep, she hauled me out of the room like a child, dragging me down the stairs. Asking tons of questions.

Where were you? We thought you had died. Why didn't you call us or answer your phone jackass? And some more arguing.

When she gave me the chance to talk (which was probably some minutes later, though it felt like hours), I answered all of her questions as best as I could. I told her my plane crashed due to a malfunction and that I was in the hospital. But now I'm alright. That's somewhat true.

There is no need to tell her everything that goes down anyway. Because if I tell her everything, then she will tell Tajea. And there are certain parts of my life that I don't want to drag Tajea into. Besides, she was afraid of me when she found out what I did to Gary. Imagine if she knew what I did this time to those who tried to harm me. She would think I'm a monster. And I'm afraid of that.

Of course, my answers made Regina blow up like dynamite. Man, now I see why she and Tajea are friends. Sisters or whatever for years. They both have bad tempers.

She argued that I let her sister travel all the way here because she was worried about me, but I was alright all along. That I am a terrible person. What a jackass I am. I know all of this. So there is no need for her to make me feel any worse about myself than I already did.

Oh, and she hopes Taj kicks my ass. Then she burned me out some more until McCarty got involved. Telling her to hop off my shoulder and also warned her that her explosive hoodrat behavior might wake Tajea up.

If he knew Tajea was asleep, then why did he make me go up there in the first place? Well, maybe he didn't and just assumed she was because he didn't hear her biting off my head up there. Yeah, that makes perfect sense.

Regina glared at McCarty. Her mouth trembled to answer him. But she thought about it and realized that he was right. So, she just exited the house to go get some fresh air, I presume. Calm down.

"Thanks for that, man," I took a soft breath before saying.

"Don't thank me. You deserve everything," McCarty argued. "You could have at least let us know you were alright or something."

I thought after our conversation earlier that we were cool. Sigh. Guess not. "How many times do I have to apologize, brother?"

"Until I forgive you. After all, I believed you died, man," he said with great pain and anger. "I called up a few people to find you. I had my guys all over that damn airport because I sensed something fishy with Flint. That bastard! I'll kill that snake when I get my hands on him. And I won't let you talk me out of it this time."

"I'm sorry, man," I apologized to McCarty. I'm really an awful friend and brother. "It wasn't my intention to hurt any of you. I truly am sorry."

"Yeah, you're going to be," a very familiar voice petrified the sh*t out of me. Oh, damn it, I'm dead. Tajea is awake. Oh, take me ground. Please take me now.

And that McCarty, who was supposed to be there for me in good and bad times, took himself away himself like the wind. Leaving me alone to face the violent storm heading my way.

Some brother he is.

Well, let's get this over with then, shall we?