𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒-chapter 9

"What kind of things?" I say out loud, without thinking.

"Don't ask me questions that I can't answer Hazel," he says, licking his lips angrily.

"Tell me," I insist, not understanding what I'm asking for.

He approaches me and moves my hair behind my ear, starts whispering "You're not supposed to know what kind of things, Hazel," he breathes heavily and
continues.

"When you'll grow up you'll know, you'll understand why I can't , and why it won't happen," he says and kisses my on the cheek.

"I'll always be Here for you Hazel, you know that. But not to kiss you on the lips, or to make you do things you'll regret on them, later. "

He says and leaves me speechless as he leaves the room.

I will find out what kind of things, and he will see
that I am not just a little girl .

I arrange my black dress and leave the room, washing my face with water and go downstairs, suddenly noticing that Dust is much taller than I thought.

But he's not what caught my eye.

This is Felicia.

She puts her hand on his shoulder, squeezes gently and smiles as she looks at me.

What is she fucking doing here?

God!

She's not my friend , not fucking someone I want in my life.

I walk towards her and Dust.
"No one invited you," I turn her to me, looking into her brown eyes.

"I thought you wanted a little consolation after mommy has left you," she whispers so no one can hear, especially Dust.

I don't control myself and push her with my hands, throw her and hit the table, she falls on him and screams.

"Ur such a whore!" I scream and all the guests turns their gaze to me, looking at me in shock.

I hit her hard, that she's not even can fight back.
I feel arms wrapped around my stomach and moving me from her.

When he turns me to him I realize it's a Dust, ofc it's him. I was not expecting anyone else.

"Fuck Hazel!" He screams and holds me so tight so I won't have the option to run away, but he doesn't succeed and I get out of his arms, running outside the house.

"I hate you!" I shout before I leave the house.
I step on a thorn, so fucking hurts , I forgot I wasn't
wearing shoes.

I have no more tears to waste. I'm not crying anymore.

I do not know how to deal with the pain, I just know that crying takes my only power.