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Part 1
'Hatred'
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Then
Alarie
"Fuck you, Richard!" I shout, slamming the bedroom door behind me. Running my hands through my hair, I release a slight scream. Banging on the door echoes through the room.
"Open the damn door, Alarie! Now!" Ricky yells.
"Hell no! What for?! So you can fucking scream in my face some more? Fuck that! Fuck you! Fuck them! And most of all Fuck Her! You think I don't know? Well guess what?! I fucking do! Screw you, Olson! Go to fucking Hell!" I scream.
"Really now? You don't know shit!" I hear him grunt, trying to force the door open.
"Oh? So I don't know about how you were fucking that whore Jessica last night? How you face fucked Ghost on tour? I don't know about how many fucking times you acted like a fucking man whore?" Growling, I pace the room, yanking on my hair. "Fuck you, Ricky. I fucking hate you, you bastard!"
Right as I finish yelling, the door busts open and I grab the nearest thing to me which happens to be a lamp. Ripping it out of the wall, I throw it as hard as I can and it crashes into the wall right beside Ricky, causing him to duck.
"You stupid bitch," he snarls, stalking over to me. "How dare you fucking talk to me like that."
I glare at him as he gets closer.
"How dare you disrespect me like that." I spit, clenching a fist.
The moment he gets close enough, hatred burning in his eyes, I swing.
I was so tired of his fucking bullshit. I've finally had enough.
My knuckles connect to Ricky's jaw and his head whips to the side. Panting, I swipe the hair back that had fallen into my face. Ricky looks up with a dark look in his eyes, running his tongue over his busted bottom lip, he stands up straight.
"You bitch," he hisses, slapping me.
I gasp and step back, going to hit him again. Ricky stops my hand mid swing and grabs my wrist. Yanking our bodies around, he forcefully shoved me into the wall and all the breath in my lungs escape, stunning me.
One of his hands remains wrapped around my wrist while the other laces around my throat, tilting my head up to meet his dead gaze. Hatred burns deep in the pit of my stomach.
"You're going to regret your actions tonight, Alarie."
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