Human Hater

Chapter 6: Enemies

I did not enjoy sitting on Dylan's palm, but at least we had finally made it into the living room.

I heard chuckling and decided to push myself up using one of the massive fingers in front of me; I found myself rolling my eyes at the sight of my family laughing and being 'ever-so-nice' to our new neighbours. It baffled me as to why anyone would entrust their life to someone so huge. I didn't even trust people my own size!

As I looked up, I caught sight of Dylan scowling. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold... It was the kind of stare that had the ability to burn through someone's soul. I may have harboured a lot of hatred towards him, but his level of hostility towards us was inexplicable. Though, if he disliked our species as a whole, then at least his disgust towards me wasn't too personal, right?

"Dylan! What in the hell is wrong with your face?" A deep, low voice yelled, startling both of us.

Dylan's father.

"Nothing," Dylan responded, his teeth clenched.

"Well, then why do you look constipated? Chin up, son. What's wrong with you?"

I couldn't help but let out a giggle.

"Nothing. Everything is juuuuusssstttt peachy~" he unexpectedly chirped. Then, without warning, he glanced down at me with a toothy grin, and it made me jump - like, actually jump. It felt like that moment where you are about to fall into a deep slumber and then abruptly feeling as if you are falling... off a cliff.

The surface I was on began to move as he lifted me up closer to his face. It was then my turn to scowl.

"I. Hate. You." I mouthed.

"Well, aren't you a treat!" He tutted, the same grin now plastered to his face.

Before I could respond, 'perfect' Joshua clasped his hands together and cleared his throat.

All of us turned to look at him.

His phone then began to ping as a load of messages came through.

"Sorry to interrupt but I have to go and meet some friends now so I'll catch you all later? It was really nice meeting you all!" He smiled, waving and running out the door before any of us had a chance to say a word; he was clearly in a rush. I wondered why.

Dylan's father raised his eyebrows before peering down at me with a grin. He resembled his son so much. Well, it would be the other way round, but I couldn't unsee it. I nearly frowned at him but hastily managed to force a smile. I swallowed before attempting to make some small talk.

"I-I never caught your name," I squeaked, somehow nearly choking on air. My body then chose to make me suffer, and I started having a coughing fit there and then. After a minute of me choking to death and Dylan sniggering, I immediately began blushing from embarrassment, but his dad merely laughed, waving his hand around.

"It's Blake," he spoke. "Don't worry; I don't like the name either!"

I fake laughed and thought about how in twenty minutes I could be in my own house away from this family. I was flustered, red, and sweaty from nerves, and I needed a shower.

I soon zoned out, slumping down on the palm I was so unfortunate to be on.

After some more infuriating small talk, we were finally all placed directly in front of our house - the only bonus of being so small. I watched as Blake waved and then began walking away with his son -his son who turned around slightly to slip me the middle finger. No one else saw it, and I gave him the same gesture before turning back to face my house.

I ran into my room as soon as my mum opened the front door, ignoring her enthusiastic speech about how wonderful the giants were blah blah.

I grabbed my towel and walked leisurely to the bathroom as an attempt to begin 'operation: calm myself down'.

It had been a long day, and I just knew that tomorrow wouldn't be any better. My mum was set on making sure that me and my sisters would be able to adapt well to living with another species, so that definitely meant more contact with giants - be it our neighbours or god forbid- other random giants.

I shook the thought away and hopped into the shower; my toes flinched as they came in contact with the cold surface. I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature, allowing the water to pour down one side of my face. Ordinarily, I would turn on some music and dramatically perform some of my favourite songs, but I was nowhere near in the mood to do something like that. Instead, I lightly bathed my body. The sensation of the warm steamy water calmed me, and my mind began to swirl as I pretended I was anywhere but here.

My lips parted as I inhaled deeply, stepping out of the shower and grabbing my fluffy towel. I went back into my room and got dressed into the comfiest pyjamas I could find and got into bed, snuggling into my blanket. I was now in the ultimately comfortable position, and I planned to stay in this spot for eternity.

But of course, the peace wasn't going to last for long.

My mum soon came in, sitting on the edge of my bed looking a little tired.

"What do you want?" I muttered, avoiding eye contact.

"I just wanted to see how you were." She spoke, softly, and was nowhere near as loud and fake as she has been earlier.

I faced the wall, my eyes welling up slightly, and I felt my throat tighten. I would not cry again. I took in a deep breath and turned to face her, but I did not respond.

She spoke again.

"I know that moving here has been hard on you. Believe it or not, it's been hard on me too. But we need change. No one likes it, but everything changes eventually. This will all work out. Just... don't give up too soon. Give things a chance." She planted a light kiss on my forehead and left the room.

I sighed.

I wanted to tell her how this was far too much for me to grasp all at once, how Dylan had acted around me today, how other giants could behave the same as him...

I was still terrified, but I knew there was no point in voicing it. I would be living here whether I liked it or not. I laid in bed, thinking about things for a long time until I was able to somehow put a positive spin on things.

I lied.

There was nothing to look forward to.

However, if Dylan was going to make my life a living hell, I could certainly do the same to him.

I pursed my lips together.

Hmm...

Dylan detested being around me. I detested being around him. But he so DESPERATELY didn't want to be around ME.

I ended up getting out of bed and running into my parent's bedroom. I knew this was a reckless decision, but I needed to gain some satisfaction. After all, he made me cry.

"Mum!" I cried.

"Yes?" She questioned, seemingly perplexed.

"May I go back to Dylan's house tomorrow? I... want to spend some more time with him."

My mother's face lit up, and she beamed.

"Oh, what a lovely surprise! Of course, you can. I will call his parents first thing tomorrow morning."

I turned on my heel and walked towards my room, grinning.

_______________________________

LIL NOTE FOR READERS!

SORRY for taking so long. It's so hard to find motivation but I am so grateful for your votes and comments <3

I also apologise for the shorter chapter.

Anyone else ever write something and then immediately start to dislike it after publishing it? 😅