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31 #You can't hide for long
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The Girl He Hates 32 #The Girl I love
“Jason, what are you trying to say?" Why the hell am I so nervous, and why are my words shuttering? Is it because this conversation holds immense importance to me, or am I simply overwhelmed by the fear of being misunderstood? Jason walked closer to me, his eyes following my every move and not leaving me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, intensifying my unease. The vulnerability in his eyes made me realize that this conversation could potentially change everything between us. Jason stood tall in front of me with his towering, slender body, but even with his dominating aura, Jason's face showed the concern that he had for me. His brows furrowed slightly, and I could see the genuine care in his eyes. It was as if he understood the magnitude of my anxiety and wanted to reassure me that he was there for me no matter what. Jason placed both his hands gently on my shoulder. “Kiera, I know you’re hurt, and it's very hard to hide it. I know it because I was once in your shoes, and at th
The Girl He Hates 33 #She is my daughter
I never thought that the girl I hated so much—the one I want to hurt and see hurt—could be so important in life—so important that when she truly hurts and cries, it hurts me when she becomes so important to me in my life. I don’t know how I can help ease the pain that she is feeling now. It’s very bad when we think that in an era where there is a cure for physical pain, there is nothing to ease the pain in her mind— a pain that is far worse than physical pain. It is something we can’t see nor can’t measure, and sometimes the people coming through this have been so bad fighting alone because they’re too afraid to show the vulnerability of their hearts and minds. They have no one who can help them heal, and there is one thing left after all this suffering that they think can ease the pain—the last but worst option—and that is to take their lives. I know this because I have been through the same pain, the same suffering, and the same loneliness, but somehow I survived this far and made
The Girl He Hates 34 #Who is Daniel?
I placed one of the dearest things in Jason’s hand, reliving a part of my life that’s only known to a few. A secret that I don't even know about—something that’s a part of me, but hidden from me. I don’t even know if it’s alive or not. “She is my daughter,” I said, staring at Jason’s shocked face. I’m not surprised by how Jason reacted. I know that they did a background check on me, wanting to know every bit of information about me and my life. And that part was not known to him or anyone else. How can anyone know when I don’t know about it at all? My daughter only stayed a year with me before she was taken away from me, never to be seen again. “Where is she now?” Jason asked, staring at the picture. I signed as memories of the past came knocking back in my mind. “I don’t know,” I replied, my voice filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. “What, how?” I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. Goosebumps pooped all over my body as both my mind and body went numb with my
The Girl He Hates 35 #Deep Slumber
From that day on, this place became my solitude too. And both I and Daniel used to come here regularly whenever we wanted. But after a few years, Daniel stopped coming here, and we lost all our contact. He became a comforting breeze in my life, which came and went with just a flick of a finger. I smiled at the sweet memories of this place and the solitude Daniel gave me when I needed it the most, but now, when I needed Daniel most in my life, he left me just like everyone else. Today is one of the days when I miss Daniel the most. Daniel was the person who gave me a sense of protection when I needed it the most. It's calm as the silence surrounds me in its grasp; it's just a ordinary day when I’m not feeling very well, disturbed, and wanting nothing but some time alone in the solitude of silence. And nothing is better than this place where I’m right now. Everything fades away when I’m here—no school where people call me weird and bully me for weird reasons, no house where there is
The Girl He Hates 36 #The Real Me
I don’t know when or how I fell asleep in such terrible circumstances, but I did. I guess the rain stopped long before. I can no longer feel the droplets falling on my body or my face, but my head is hurting so badly that I can’t even make myself open my eyes. When I woke up, the reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. And wait, when the ground beneath my body becomes so soft and smooth, it feels like a bed. I struggle to remember how I ended up in this unfamiliar place. I cracked my eyes at the sudden realization, finding myself in someplace I had never been before. I moved my eyes, scanning the surroundings of the place. I was with white walls, twin beds, lots of books, a desk, and a cupboard. As I took in my surroundings, a sense of confusion washed over me. How did I end up in this room filled with unfamiliar objects? The white walls and abundance of books gave off an air of intellectualism, but they still didn't provide any clues as to how I got here. Nothing very
The Girl He Hates 37 #Who is my father?
The moment we are born in this world, we are attached to people—the people who are the reason for bringing us into this world, the reason for our existence. If it's not for them, then we might not even be born in this world to be the new person that we are right now. And that is the day when we started living with people, because like any living being, we are all surviving, and the best way to survive is to make connections. Before coming into this world, we were alone, and we would be alone when we left this world, with nothing but our naked bodies, carrying only the memories and experiences we shared with others. Why I am saying all this, I don’t know. But it's the reality of all who are born and die one day. And like everyone else, I was born too, and now I know why, the day I was born, my father was not there to hold me in my arms and why, on every birthday, I was alone when everyone else had both of their families celebrating their birthdays with them. If it weren't for Jason,
The Girl He Hates 38 #Where am I?
That day, I didn't have an idea of what was going to happen in my life, and this was the beginning where things started to change little by little with the passing of time, so much so that it made me do something reckless. That is so wrong, yet it seemed so right at that time. If I look back now and think about it, I can't even imagine how such things came about in my mind. I was fateful enough to get out of it any time, but everything in the world comes with a price so bad that it still haunts me at night whenever I think about it, and even after all these years, I can’t get it out of my mind. I don’t think that I ever can, not when the thing is my own flesh and blood, something that can never be with me.Just as Mom mentioned, the place we are in is very different from what I have ever been to. I’m saying that when we are just standing by the gigantic door, waiting for it to open.I don’t know if the mom is very rich. Maybe the person is her boss. But if that’s the case, then why am
The Girl He Hates 39 #I don't wantto hide
"Wait a minute. Does that mean you don't know who your father was before that day?" Jason asked, his voice filled with curiosity and confusion. He leaned in closer, eager to uncover the truth behind this revelation.I shook my head in response, a mixture of sadness and frustration crossing my face. "No, I don't. It's always been a mystery to me, and it's something that has haunted me for years," I admitted, my voice filled with a tinge of longing. "And that day was the first time my mom spoke about him. She never mentioned his name or anything about him until then. It was like a floodgate of emotions, and unanswered questions opened up in that moment."Jason stopped staring at me and furrowed his brow; his curiosity piqued. "And your mom, that day when we were in the meadows, you said you never knew your mom. What about that?" Jason piqued I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts, before responding to Jason's question. "I said my mother was a stranger to me because she was always b
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