I Hate You

I hadn't realized how much I'd hate to be here until I was trapped in the moment. I always respected my mother's orders, knowing not to go against anything she said. But sitting here in this sickening atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel myself tense seeing the way my mother looked at the man seated across me. He's the traitor, the one who broke up our family and tore me away from my real father.

Isabella and I are going to get married by the end of this week, but tonight, they will move with us and we’ll start living like a family.

A family? He didn't know the meaning of the word. Otherwise, he wouldn't have interfered in my life and taken away that part of me that I so longed to have back for myself.

I could feel the beginnings of the angry tears piercing my eyes as I saw my mother kiss him passionately. Disgust washed over me and I choked back the tears inside, willing them not to fall over.

"How lucky of you, you'll get to see me every day."

I whipped my head to the left, to glare at my soon-to-be stepbrother. The thought itself was an insult to me, as I winced on the inside before retorting back with, "Oh, I’m so excited. Can you read the excitement in my face?"

I turned to my mother, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold it in anymore. “Excuse me.” And then, I bolted. Abruptly standing up, I hurried back into the house, already feeling the tears start to trickle down my cheeks. Why? Why did it have to be this way?

I thought I heard someone shout something to me but I didn’t catch what they said as I hurried past the many doors on either side of the hall, not knowing where I was headed. I just wanted to get away from the life that had been bestowed to me, to be given the chance to make my own decisions and take control of what little I had left. With father out of the way, it would now be the picture of the happy family: mother, me and the two new entries. I didn't want any of that. But it seems no one notices that as things just don't happen the way I need them to.

Where in the world am I?I paused for a short while to look around, the hallway seemed to stretch endlessly on either side of me. I’d been aiming to just find a temporary hiding place, good enough to weep in silence for a few quick minutes before joining everyone back on the deck. But now, I was lost. I wiped the tears away with the back of my palm, biting on my lower lip as I tried to remember the path I’d taken to get here.

Turning around to retrace my steps, I collided right into someone and fell back against the floor with athud.Rubbing the side of my hip which had lightly scraped against the wall when falling back, I glared up at the person in front of me with as much hate I could muster up in the moment. He stared back down at me, a smirk playing on his lips, the one that annoyed me so much.

“Got lost, doll?”

He crouched down, reaching out his hand to help me up but I ignored it, getting up by myself. Mother might have told me to be on my best behavior but this was as friendly as I could get with anyone.

“And my name is Arianna,” I hissed before pushing past him and starting to walk down the hall he’d come from.

“You’re supposed to go through that door,” he shouted and I groaned on the inside, knowing that whether I liked it or not, I would have to use his help to get there. Turning back, I fixed him with a look that clearly showed that I had no intention to be nice towards him. He smiled as he walked towards me, reaching out his hand and placing it over the cool metal of the doorknob.

“You don’t want to be left behind again, do you?” He whispered the words into my ear and I could feel him lean against me from behind. My eyes widened but before I could find the meaning behind those words, he opened the door and walked past me, leading the way back. I followed him from behind, keeping my eyes on his back and couldn’t help but feel there was a hidden meaning behind the words he’d said. I shook those feeling aside, trying not to confuse myself further.

“I hate you,” I whispered to myself. I didn’t mean for it to be heard but he stopped in his step and turned around to face me, his dark eyes locking with mine as he looked down at me.

“What?”

“I hate you,” I repeated except loud enough for him to hear. “And I hate this family.”

His expression was inscrutable and I struggled to read the emotions behind the blank mask he’d put on. But he smiled, bending down with his face looming only a few inches above mine.

“Too bad you have to be a part of it.”

I could feel the tears form once more, but this time belonging to anger. Emotions raged inside me, a battle of it’s own as I contemplated on smacking him right across the face. I’d never had the desire to be so physically violent before, but with the current circumstance I’d been placed in, it was all I wished I could do.

In that exact moment at which I felt myself get torn apart inside, the tears starting to well over, the chandelier above us that spread light across the room shattered, sending shards of glass falling down on us as we were surrounded by complete darkness.

The End

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