I Hate You But I Love You.

I Hate You But I Love You. Chapter 29

**Scarlet’s P.O.V.**

“Come on Scarlet, truth time. What’s up with you and Lukas?” Alice suddenly asked me. She, Trinity and I were sitting in my room just hanging out.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I responded.

She gave me an “are you serious” look and then sighed. Trinity took that chance to jump in, “How about when we saw him earlier today?” She referred to when we saw him at the convenience store in the morning.

I shrugged, “What about it?”

“Why did you tell him about the free clinic?” asked Alice.

“’Cause he was hurt,” I said in an obvious tone. It was most likely his dad’s doing, but I certainly wasn’t going to tell them that. Alice and Trinity exchanged glances while humming then looked back at me.

“You sure do like your secrets, Scarlet,” Alice commented.

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**Lukas’ P.O.V.**

The rest of that Sunday was pretty quiet. Bill never returned and I just sat on the couch resting with Jona and mom. It was very comforting and I relished in the serenity of it. I wished with all of my heart that it was like this all of the time.

I managed to fall asleep that night pretty easily. Everything was going pretty well until the sound of my bed room door opening and closing woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and froze when I saw Bill sitting in my desk chair, staring at me.

“W-what do you want?” I choked out, quickly waking up but slowing sitting up. I had taken pain killers before I went to sleep so my body was reacting pretty slowly.

He continued to stare at me with a calculating glare, then turned to look out the window, “I don’t get it…” he muttered. I didn’t dare say anything in return.

Then, quick as a whip, Bill turned back and stood up. I swore he was going to hit me but he just stood over me staring. I quickly got annoyed of it so I raised an eyebrow, “I’ll bite, what don’t you get?”

He crouched down so he was closer to my face and slowly said, “Why she cares for you so much.” I guess he was referring to my mom.

Mentally, I rolled my eyes. A parent caring for their child, what a mystery. Good job daddy dearest, the father of the year award will surely go to you. “Maybe ‘cause I’m her son?” I said in an even tone, trying not to let my sarcasm show through.

But what I said caused Bill to laugh. “Oh please. I hate to admit it, but you’re my son, and well it’s pretty obvious how much I “care for you”.” He actually made are quotes.

This time I did roll my eyes, “Well, you know, motherly instincts and all that.”

Bill thumped the back of my head, “Don’t be a smart ass. Motherly instincts are beside the point. You don’t deserve her love.” I kept an even stare with him, and even though I knew what he said didn’t mean much, it still hurt to hear that I didn’t deserve love.

But it also clued me in that he was acting like a selfish child. “You don’t deserve her love either. You used to hurt her, too,” I actually dared to say.

To think Bill glaring at me was scary, but instead he gave me a very creepy smile and I tried not to flinch, “I’m her husband though. And I don’t hurt her anymore. It’s much more fun to torture you.”

My rage started to boil at that point. I had too crazy of a messed up weekend, “You’re a sick fuck.”

Bill stared for a moment, with no emotion over his face, then he slowly reached his hand out towards my head and I braced myself for impact, but instead he just ruffled my hair, stood up, and left without a word. I swear, one of these days I’m gonna have a heart attack.