I WISH I HATED YOU

Chapter 11

*Trigger warning: this chapter is bit graphic. if you are sensitive to topics such as SA, you can skip this chapter*

LEON'S POV

Oh, Doris. The day I met you, I knew you wouldn't just be a forever stranger. The day we became enemies, I knew it wouldn't last forever. And the first day I touched you, I knew that wouldn't be the last time. I can do anything to erase you, but your shadow will always be behind me.

My mom is at work. Every Monday, she works the afternoon shift, and I must be left alone with my dad for hours. Instead of that, I choose to waste hours everywhere but not home. I have been sitting on this cold ground for so long to the point I am completely soaked from the rain.

I raised my head and–. Is that—. Is that Doris? That little spoiled princess is riding a bicycle? I could easily notice her from a distance. As soon as she approaches me, I will say something stupid. I'm already bored here. The closer she was getting to me, every detail on her face was more visible. I shouted, "Hey!"

She looked in my direction, then stopped her bike.

"Why are you sitting on the playground alone? Detention class was over minutes ago."

"It is none of your business." I answered coldly trying to avoid honesty.

"Okay, asshole."

"Where are you going?" I asked even though I already knew – to the library.

"None of your business, Leon." She said with a sassy tone. She hopped on the bike and rode away. No goodbye. No nothing. One minute she'd cling to me, and another she'd act like we were nothing but strangers. I can't sit here the whole day. I guess I'll have to face my dad at some point.

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Before I dropped my backpack on the floor, in front of me there were strange red heels. I continued to take quiet steps into the house, and I heard loud moans from upstairs. My heart sank and I froze as I tried to process what was happening. It can't be true. No. No.

There were a mix of emotions that I felt. One was anxiety, another fear, and the dominant one was anger. It took over me as I took aggressive steps on the staircases. I reached the door handle of my parents' bedroom. I tried to open it, but it was locked.

"I fucking know what is happening here. Open the fucking doors." I stormed.

There was dead silence after my words. I began to hit the doors with my fist. "How could you?" I screamed out in tears. "How could you fucking do that?"

I should've stayed there in the rain. I should've never come back home. "Fucking hell." I shouted. The doors opened, and my dad's face showed up. All I see is a stranger who I just happen to live with. He grabbed me by shirt, and shouted, "Don't you fucking dare to tell this to mom."

"What if I do? What will you do?"

I wasn't afraid of anyone as much as I was afraid of my dad. He pushed me to the wall, and screamed, "THEN YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR EDUCATION! I CAN EASILY GET YOU EXPELLED AND YOU KNOW THAT!"

His new mistress was laying down on the bed. She was covered with a blanket and stared at us in fear.

"Fuck you and your mistress." I shouted, then ran out of the house in fear.

I got inside of my car, and instantly called Xavier. "Xavier, do you wanna hang out?"

"I have guests right now. We can when they leave, maybe?"

"No, it's okay."

Fucking hell. Tears started falling on my face. My body was getting colder, and my temper was all over me. How can someone do that to their family? To never speak to his own son, and then casually cheat on his wife. In their bed. I hit the wheel with a fist and cried out the pain. The world that was once in colors turned grey. Maybe I deserved this? I drove away from the house.