Hate & love

Chapter 41

Have you figured out yet?

"What, who that was, not quite." I laughed.

Soon, you will. I promise.

I smiled.

See you can be happy.

"I'm not happy. I smiled."

Fine.

I walked to my door, and opened it slowly. I had a plan.

I walked to where used to be Hates room. He was still in there putting away his stuff.

"What are you doing" I must startled him because he jumped.

"Getting ready to leave." He said.

"Please stay, I don't want to be alone." I cried.

"I can't, besides my parents want me home."

"They don't care about you" I don't know why I even said this.

"Yes they do." He said.

"Then why, did they send you here?"

"Because I hurt you, and then I snapped." He said angry.

"You did not hurt me!" I yelled at him.

"Look, I don't remember what happened, but my parents said I did. And I saw you crying." He tried explaining but I ignored him.

"They'll just lock you back up anyways, once you snap again. They don't care about you!" I yelled.

"Excuse me. That's not nice to say. At least my mom cares about me!" He spat.

I bit my tongue in shock. I didn't know what to say.

"My mom's dead!" Is all I managed to say.

"Because you killed her." He stood up and knocked me down in anger.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLED HER!" I screamed, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Just go kill yourself, you are a disgrace. Damn, I would've if I were you."

"What's wrong with you? You don't have it as hard as I do. I hate you, I'm glad your brother died and made you go insane."

"I wished your mom would have killed you. If you couldn't tell I only pity you. No love. In fact I would kill you now, if I could." He snapped.

I was now bawling.

"Why...don't...you?" I said in between sobs.

"I'd have to touch you again. I just want you to suffer. But you'd like that you disgusting creature."

"No, I wouldn't" I cried.

I saw the anger in him go up in flames, he stood up and kicked me in the ribs. I yelped.

I was surprised nobody came yet, so I screamed for help.

He kept kicking me. Seeming to be getting a sickening enjoyment out of my suffering.

He was laughing and smiling as I was desperately pleaing for help.

Finally some came in, and rushed as they saw him kicking me.

They yelled for more people to come.

One of took me away from him, the other brought him somewhere. I was still crying.

I tired to ignore the excruciating pain, but it was overwhelming.

They seemed really worried for me. I was probably internally bleeding. I was almost sure.

I knew at least one of my ribs were broken.

I was in pain, by even breathing. It hurt so bad, I wanted to die.