Chapter 24

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His parents came and we went to "Hate's" house.

I didn't really know how his parents took care of him. My dad used to help me, sometimes, but i wasn't as bad then.

My mom made it even worse, she didn't worry about me as a person, I'm pretty sure she only kept me for to things.

Work and sympathy of others.

What will she do with that now? She's dead, gone, I escaped. I didn't even tell people much about the abuse, who's going to believe an insane 15 year old?

No one. That's who. I only have "hate" and we only met for the same reason.

Our psychosis. Our mental illness.  Our pain. Our suffering.

Insanity.

His parents seemed nice enough, although "hate " seemed a bit tense around his father.

I did dismiss this. Maybe it's just me.

They had a guest room, where I was staying. It was cozy, enough. It seemed kind of child proofed, like the asylum. I'm sure it was "Hate's" room, when he was in a breakdown.

I didn't really care it was like this. It was okay.

A:n/  thank you so much for 479 reads. This is amazing. I do appreciate all of you.

Sorry for a small update, I just wanted to do this for all the reads I got.

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