Do you hate me?" I ask. "No." He searches for words. "I dislike you. Nothing more." "Then why are you helping me?" I grow frustrated. "At one point you were my everything." Sorrow fills his eyes. "I was wrong." "Answer the fucking question. Why help me?" "I'm not helping you sweetheart, I'm using you." __________________________ First story I've ever written so go easy on me, but suggestions and comments would be extra helpful. Note that this story is a work in progress and it's kinda slow in pacing but I will update here and there once in a while so yea...please enjoy!!! Hopefully... some strong language