Unexpected Love

Chapter 9

Raymond

I know I hurt her. I know talking about her father will hurt her. I know she hates him for a fact but I don't know the reason. Violet told me to don't bring him up with her but that's exactly what I did now. The moment I said those words I regret it. The look on her face changed and I never regretted anything in my life more than this moment. The way she didn't reply to me is enough to know that she's hurt. I don't know anything about his father or why she hates him, but all I know is from the look on her face, I can say that the relationship she has with her father is not good.

I feel like I need to apologize to her.

"I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to bring up your dad in our conversation. I shouldn't have done that" I apologized to her.

"It's okay," she whispered to me very slowly, and I felt so bad. I want her to know that I didn't talk about her father on purpose. I want her to be angry with me so I don't need to handle the sad version of Stelle. I'd rather handle the fierce version of her than the sad version of her. I want to kill whoever hurt her. I shouldn't have talked like that. I hate myself right now and I don't know what's happening to me. I'm not the guy who goes around and asks sorry for hurting a girl. This is the first time I'm saying sorry to a girl because I hurt her and I'll do it over and over again if the girl was Stelle. I'm not satisfied with her answer. I wanted her to fight with me, to tell me I was wrong to talk like this but she stayed silent. I fucking hate that. I don't know why, but whenever Stelle stays silent I'll lose my shit. Everyone knows that.

"No, it's not okay. I just brought up your dad in our conversation. You hate him and you hate me. You should fight me and scold me because I brought him up. Why you're not doing that? I didn't bring him up on purpose, Stelle. Either way, it's not okay for me to talk like that. So, I'm sorry," I told her, needing her to fight with me or talk back, but she didn't. All she did was close her eyes and rest her head on the seat. I swear I see tears running down her eyes slowly.

Shit. Did my words hurt her that much? Why does seeing her in tears make me want to rip my heart out? What the fuck is happening to me? I don't want to think about this. Not right now. Without saying anything, I drive my way to the party.

Within fifteen minutes, we reached Kevin's house. There's where the party is happening. Kevin is the guy who always shows off everything he has because he is rich as fuck. He's my friend but he's nowhere near Adam or James. He's just a player on our football team so that's how we became friends. He sometimes came to my house to talk about football and stuff. I'm rich too but I don't like showing off like him. His father doesn't care what he does with his money. All he cares about is that his son has to use his money. I hate coming to his party. I came today because of one person. Remembering her, I turn to see her, sleeping peacefully in her seat. I feel my heart breaking into two, looking at her pale face and those dry tears. She cried because of me. I brushed her hair away from her face and caressed her cheek carefully without waking her up. Her skin is so soft. "I'm so sorry, Elle. I never wanted to hurt you" I whispered to her.

She started to stir causing me to back away from her and remove my hand from her cheek. If she found out, I touched her when she was asleep, she'd probably hate me even more than now. Opening her eyes, she looked at me, and I didn't know what she saw, but I saw her face change into fear like she was scared of something. She started to shake and I held her hands and made her look at me.

"Hey, what's going on? What's happening to you, Stelle? Just tell me, okay? I don't know what's going on with you," I told her. My voice was so slow, and I doubted that I'd ever use a tone like this with anyone.

I don't know what suddenly happened to her but her expression turned into anger. She yanked her hands from mine. "What is going on with me is none of your fucking business and you do not have to fucking care about me when you're the one who fucking hurt me in the first place by bringing up my fucking father in our fucking conversation. Who are you? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you know what's happening in my life? You don't know a fucking thing about what's going on in my shit life. Just because you're my best friend's brother, it doesn't give you any right to talk about my father. I never hated anyone as much as I hate you in my life, and I regret every second of my life with you and knowing you. I shouldn't have talked to you in the first place. You had done nothing than hurt me and my fucking feelings every time. I. FUCKING. HATE. YOU" she yelled, and angry tears leaked from her eyes, which were almost red and swollen from her crying.