Please, I Can Change

Chapter 12

I hated him

I hated him

I hated him so much

I didn't want to hear his pathetic explanation about it. I know that he and Alfred were together but he had told me that he never actually loved him. It didn't look that way. He had said Alfred apparently treated him like dirt but I couldn't see Alfred doing that. I don't want Alfred in the picture anymore; he didn't know that Arthur 'loved' me, and I don't want him really getting hurt through this. It's Arthur I hate right now.

He was going to go out with me and then I catch him doing this. When I saw it... It was silent for a few moments as I watched Arthur's lips press firmly onto Alfred's. His arms gripped tightly onto Alfred's jacket. His head was tilted as he forced himself to be the dominant of them both. It was so silent, that even I could hear my heart and love for Arthur slowly shatter inside.

I didn't want to look at his hateful green eyes. My mind told me to back away from him, he was just like all the rest of them. I tore down the path. I had to get home before he had the chance to say anything to me. My eyes filled with tears and my lip was trembling as I ran. I didn't exactly know where I was running to but I didn't exactly care. I ran into a nearby alleyway, hearing footsteps behind me. However, I didn't turn back and I kept running. I didn't care whether it was Arthur, Alfred, Gilbert or anyone else. I slowed down as the footsteps faded away and I couldn't hear anything apart from my own panting. It wasn't that dark and therefore there were still people out. They grimaced at the state of me and pulled their women or children close. I bit my lip to not cry anymore but I just wanted to get home. I didn't see them in front of me, and without looking where I was going, I smashed into a young women who was on her phone. She fell back and her foot caught mine as I went to fall by her side. Instead, I landed on top of her, my body hovering over hers. I heard a scream from not far away, and I felt hands pull me off her and slam me against a wall. I felt groggy but gasped as a huge man put his fist up at me. His wife on the other hand, was helping the woman up and was glaring at me. It was the last thing I saw before the man started to punch me and screaming at me. He told me that raping isn't fun and that a pervert like me should be killed already. I passed out as he took another swing at my face. He told me that I was a rapist.... How did he know?

((It's short IM SORRY. But I'm on holiday and I'm trying my best to write... ))