I HATE THAT I DON'T HATE YOU

CHAPTER 10 : I HATE THE PAST

[ In the moment, it seemed simple. 

" I'll talk to my dad. " I thought. 

But I've forgotten how hard it was to talk to him. 

I've become tense just thinking about it, it was worse than facing satan, seriously. Not that my dad was a scary person but, I don't know, I guess I felt anxious to start a conversation with him when I didn't know what he was thinking.

It's strange how, even though I resented my dad, his opinion of me was still important. 

Why ? I don't know. Was it because I remember the few good moments that I had with him ?

When I came back home, after the three day suspension was over, my dad's car was there. I was reluctant. Not only did I have to face my dad but I also had to deal with the evil stepmother. The thought of it made me exhausted.

I entered the house carefully. I barely made a step that my dad appeared from the kitchen.

" We need to talk. " he said, calmly.

It was unusual, I knew I needed to talk to him but I didn't know he needed to talk to me.

I followed him in the kitchen where Elisabeth was drinking her coffee. She glared at me but didn't say a word. What did he want to talk about ?

We sat down and he started to talk.

" You are seventeen now, next year you will have to live like an adult. So I want you to think properly about your future. I have a few recommendations of universities, I will give you the flyers. Elisabeth told me that your grades are deteriorating, you need to correct that. Only the best students are allowed to enter a good school. "

What was I hearing ?! He, of all people, was lecturing me about my grades ?! 

It was a joke. Why was he concerned all of a sudden ? Was it because of her ?

I hated it. He talked like a professor, not like a dad. It felt like a formality to him, like he was talking to his employee. He was cold as ice, no wonder Elisabeth hated him.

My resolve to ask him about his family faded away. I hated him so much.

" You're done ? " I asked, boiling inside.

" You, rude brat ! That's how you talk to your dad ?! " tempered the hysteric Elisabeth.

" It's okay. " he calmed her. " Another thing, don't disappear like that. You have a home, don't go out in the streets like a homeless person. "

" Why ? It's not my house anyway, I'm merely allowed here ! " I raised my voice. 

I left the room, furious like a hurricane. They didn't bother to contradict me. 

We all knew it was the truth. ]

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