Complicated Love Chapter 5 - Hatred

C5 Hatred

Disclaimer: This story is only fictional. The names, personnel, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

EPISODE 5

It's Monday and back to class again.

I'm ashamed of Grace because I don't answer her calls and I don't reply to her text messages.

Make sure today I have nothing to lose from her. Monday after Monday misfortune befell me immediately. Some of my colleagues I don't know where they enrolled, but maybe it was in a private school. I still owe an explanation to Grace because when I walked out last time, I no longer knew what I was going to do with life. Maybe I'll avoid her questions again. Fortunately, I have a rest day today, I only have one rest day per week. It's okay because I only have 7 to 8 hours of duty at work. Sometimes, I work overtime when my shift is late. I assign to the kitchen because I like cooking. HRM would have taken an I like course, but I can't afford it.

I went straight to the library because it was still early, I still had to do my assignment in perdev. I didn't do it last weekend because my dorm mates and I had bonding time, they said it was only once, so I couldn't refuse. It's also a little, so I won't waste time.

At exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the bell rang to signal that the class would begin. I am currently walking towards our classroom. But, it’s sad to think that there are no open arms to greet me today. Isn't Grace already upset with me? My mind asked.

When I sat down I immediately took my cellphone out of my bag while no teacher was still entering. I want to check her, she's my friend after all. I checked her latest message, and it says that she can't come in because she's sick. Why would that one get sick? Maybe, I'll just go straight to their house after class. It's good, and I have a rest day today. A big advantage as well. When class ended ah I hurriedly walked out with someone holding my arm. I would have sighed at it when I was worried about his presence. He's angry, and I don't know why, but I don't care. He will get angry if he gets angry. I will also be angry. Is he the only one who can get angry? “Let's talk,” is an authoritative promise. You don’t want to object.

I just dragged him where he would take me, if he kidnapped me to charge me for my debt he would have nothing to gain from me.

He took me to the back of the school where there were no people. Maybe he will beat me until I die, and he can no longer see me.

“Why did you leave?” His introduction amazed me. He has already released my arm. We will face each other today under the mango tree, this will be our judge in our performance here at the back of the school.

“Huh?” I have a gaping answer here. I don’t know what he’s asking.

“Why did you leave me ?!” It was its cry that made me cringe. When to shout? When I laughed at what he said. Did he pull me for it? And what right does he have to shout at me?

“But .... you're the one who lives!” I shouted back. What did he think he only knew how to shout? “What? Is that all you meant to me? To ask a useless question? Did you follow me just for that?” I added.

It was a sarcastic laugh that annoyed me even more. All my blood seemed to rush to my head.

“Who do you think you are, for me to follow you? A princess? You're just a prostitute's daughter!” He shouted again. A signal for my palm to fly over his hard face. I burst out. And he just laughed. I want to punch him hard, but I can't.

“Damn you! Don't feel sorry for who came to me! If insulting me is the reason you're coming back, it's good if you just go back to your den! You're a worthless person, Mark Dylan! I HATE YOU!” I shouted again, and it was as if the tendon in my neck would be removed. I walk out again. Furthermore, I even heard my name called, but I didn't turn around. For what else? I wiped away the tears that I didn't know were dripping. The pain is really up to now. I thought it was gone. I easily rode the tricycle and drove to the subdivision where Grace lived. Furthermore, I even took a tramp to get right in front of Grace's house. From school because I will ride a tricycle to deliver here to the subdivision. Until outside because they are not allowed to enter the guardhouse unless they are from inside. The guard already knew me, so he let me in right away. This subdivision is strict because the safety of those who live here depends on it. There are pedestrians to deliver because Grace's house is also far away from the guardhouse.

I rang the doorbell as soon as I arrived in front of Grace's house. Manang day, the assistant of the Rivera family, opened the door for me immediately. I smiled at her when she opened the gate, “Hi manang, is Grace there?” I politely ask her. Even though I knew she was here because she said she was sick.

“Yes, she's in her room, she hasn't come out before. I'm worried about that girl.” I just nodded at what manang said. Furthermore, I immediately climbed the stairs to Grace’s room which I knew where. Furthermore, I've been here a few times. Furthermore, I knocked on her door when I was honest with it. Her eyes widened when she opened the door for me.

“W-what .... w-why ......?” “

“What and why? I thought you were sick?” I pushed her so I could enter her room. Likewise, I raised an eyebrow at her when she was just in front of me scratching his neck. Not knowing what to say. We also always locked the door whenever we were inside. We’re not doing anything wonders.