Hate You

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"Beatrix?"

Oh no. I know that voice. How could I possibly not? That voice is the constant reminder of my past. That voice could only belong to one person and that person was Jace.

"Jace." I say bitterly.

"Well, hello to you too. Come on Beatrix, you don't have to act so sour." Jace replies.

"How could I not? After all that you've done to me." I spat out at him.

"Come on baby, that was all in the past. I'm a new man. I've learned to change my ways, you know?" He replies while walking up to me.

"Don't baby me. And I don't give a single fuck if you're a new man. You could be the president or superman for all I care. But to me you will always be the same ignorant, idiotic asshole, and soooo much more." I spat out. Not ready to be finished with my rant, I continued. "And I doubt you have changed your ways considering that you had just so waltz out of a closet as if nothing had happened, when clearly something did. Considering that, that poor delusional girl came out from the very same closet that you did, while in tears I should add. That doesn't seem like you have change your player ways. it actually looks as if it has gotten worse by all means."

Jace just stands there looking at me baffled for a mere 10 seconds.

"And you still seem to be the same good for nothing bitch." Jace retorts, his demeanor changing.

"Really? That's all you have to say? Not even a simple sorry or a how've you been" I question.

"Well what did you expect? Did you expect that our reunion would be all dandy and relieving? What do you want me to tell you? That I want you back or that I've been thinking of you ever since that day?" he says.

I stand there just looking at him with the same baffled expression he had worn earlier. He was exactly right. That was what I wanted to hear and he clearly knows it considering he has a smug smirk placed on his handsome face. At one point I would've fallen to my knees by just looking at him, by talking to him, or hearing him say those words. But now at this moment I don't feel remotely close to that. In fact I feel as if he has the opposite affect on me. Instead of falling on my knees I feel like hurting him.

"No. I would never in a million years want to get back with you. You're a player. You break and hurt peoples hearts by tricking them into thinking that you actually care about them. But in fact all you care about is about sleeping with them, that is exactly all you even think about too." I snap at him. Without even thinking I lift up my hand and slap him clearly across his face, leaving a hand print when I retract my hand back towards my body. I don't even know why I had done that, but what I do know is that I'm in a boatload of problems now. I've probably just dug my own grave and sealed it.

"You bitch! Who do you think you are? Huh?! You're just like me, you sleep around and break other hearts! You're inconsiderate little bitch!" He yells as he grabs a hold of my shoulders and starts to shake me furiously.

This is exactly why I run away from my problems. I should be running away from Jace who knows what he's capable of! Oh wait, I do know. And I know that I should be trying to get away from him as fast as possible. The problem is, is that I am so scared that I can't remove myself from his menacing grip.

"Please don't hurt me." I whisper softly remembering that night.

I look at him closely noticing that his green eyes are no longer a light golden green but a dark musky green. I take this time to notice how is dirty blonde hair is all disheveled instead of his usual perfect patted down hair. His once lightly tanned skin is now more of a red tan, considering that he is furious. His small nose is flaring and his lips are slightly parted while he pants. He is seriously pissed. His 6ft 3 height is even more noticeable now that he is basically towering over me. I can see his muscles bulge under his grey long sleeved shirt and notice that he has firmly planted his feet on the ground. I look up to meet his eyes, but quickly avert his menacing glare. Instead I look down at the ground or more like his black leather working boots. Jace is so close to me that I can feel his jeans rub against mine.