Broken Wings

Chapter 27: I Hate You

"I can change my mind but not my heart." Refeci ft. Emelie Cyréus

Sasha

I just stared at the view in front of me. He had come back. He had really come back.

Chris, Gabrielle and the rest of my friends circled around him as a shield.

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to speak. So I stared. I stared at him while he stared back at me.

Part of me wanted to jump into his arms, the other part of me wanted to scream at him.

It felt like forever until he finally spoke. "Sasha."

I nearly winced at the sound that just released from his mouth. It sounded so soft. So sweet and caring. So gentle but strong.

I felt a droplet fall onto my cheek as I continued to stare at the once sweet boy in front of me.

My friends stood still around him. He crawled between Aria and Jordyn and landed on his knees beside my bed.

He slowly planted his hand on mine and just looked at it. My gaze brought down to where he touched me as his face flexed up to look at me.

The boy who once wanted to be my friend when no one else wanted to.

The boy who once offered me a ride home.

The boy who saved my life.

The boy who offered me his jacket when I was cold.

The boy who lent me his comfort when I was broken.

The boy who kept me company at work.

The boy who walked and talked to me for hours.

The boy who kissed me for the very first time.

Those were the good memories.

The boy who didn't consider me a friend once.

The boy who left without saying goodbye.

The boy who broke a promise.

The boy who broke my heart. Completely fractured.

I didn't know this boy anymore.

I was confused. I was lost.

The once loving, caring boy was gone.

He's back now.

I leisurely removed my hand from underneath his and asked, "who are you?"

His eyes showed that he was offended as he took in my words. "Please, Sasha. I'm so sorry."

I had no strength in me. All I felt was weakness. But I gathered up my courage and began.

"If I weren't broken right now, I would run away. Run so far away so that I would never have to see you again." I looked straight into his dark eyes as I spoke.

With my unbroken but weak arm, I lifted it up slowly and persisted staring in his now teary eyes.

"I hate you." Then, I swung my arm back and slapped his face as far as my nerve would go.

He looked like he was about to break down but all I could see was the regret and tears in his eyes.

"I deserve that," he choked.

I gave Chris a nod as if to say to get him out of here.

But Luke was already standing up.  He looked at me one last time before he made his way out of my room and down the steps.