Hatred
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Hatred... Hatred was all I felt the day I lost it all. Hatred towards myself, Hatred towards others, Hatred towards the world and situation I had found myself in. My life wasn't always so bad or horrible. In fact I always thought I had it easier than most. Sure it sucked sometimes and I did sometimes have to lower my self respect in order to get food... I dumpster dived for food sometimes. But it wasn't always horrible. I still did my best to find the silver lining in everything I came across. But things that day were different. I was struggling really badly. Like nothing I was doing for those around me was ever good enough. They nitpicked at every little thing I did wrong. The dishes weren't done the way they wanted them done. Dinner wasn't seasoned right. I wasn't being productive enough for their liking. I didn't follow their instructions correctly. Or even the fact that I backsassed them far too much when all they wanted out of me was a "Yes Ma'am" or a "Right away Ma'am". But that wasn't me. Being perfectly obedient while still maintaining my humanity and not making myself a slave wasn't easy. It wasn't who I was. But everything changed one night. I had gotten into a big blow out argument with my roommates. They hauled off with the line of "It's my House and if you don't like it then Leave!" so that's exactly what I did. I left what major amount of money I had left, Behind in an Envelope addressed to them with a goodbye letter. I packed my clothes and journal in my backpack and I left. I just started walking. My phone fully charged and music blaring in my ears. If I really wasn't good enough then there was no reason for them to chase me down or come looking for me. Regardless of their self acclaimed love. Right? I walked for what felt like hours. Only stopping to charge my phone at small outside outlets in the darkness of back alleys and other dark spots where an Outside outlet worked. I was in one of these alleys when I met ... Him ...
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"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.

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