Page 123 of Hate You Forever (Hate 1)

“Forever. I know you’ve got issues, but get it through your thick skull that I’ll never fucking want you. You’re scum. You’re a disgusting piece of shit. One that I want to stay far, far away from me.” These are all the things I’ve been wanting to tell him for years, even before he left me for dead. All the things I should’ve told him when I had the chance.

“My perfect girl, your words hurt me. But you know I’ve always loved it when you fight me. It’ll be even sweeter when we’re reunited.”

A deep shiver runs down my spine. He’s said those words to me before—how much he likes it when I fight him, because it makes him feel even more powerful when he crushes me.

“Fuck. Off.” The malice running through my voice is terrifying. My body is vibrating with anger and fury.

“The only thing I’ll be fucking is that tight little cunt of yours.” I want to vomit at his words. He’s such a monster. One who has no problem beating, raping, and destroying a woman he claims to love.

“And I’ll cut your dick off before you get the chance.” At some point, some day, I will make good on that promise.

“Much feistier than I remember. I left you alone for too long—you finally grew a backbone. Don’t worry though, I’ll break you down again little by little, destroying this newfound strength of yours.” He actually belly laughs, like I’m joking around with him.

I can feel myself starting to shake. “You never really knew me, you asshole. Only the version you wanted me to be.” He kept me captive, suppressing my true identity. I lost part of myself the longer we were together.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want to be with me. That you didn’t love the woman I turned you into.”

Fuck no, I didn’t. I hated that version of myself with a fiery passion. I was fucking weak.

“Zayan, get rid of my number and pretend I don’t even exist. I hope you have a miserable life. Oh, and don’t forget to go fuck yourself.” I’m getting ready to hang up, but I pause as I hear his next words.

“I’m not that easy to get rid of, and you know it.”

It’s something I know all too well. For years, I thought I’d managed to get clear of him, though a small part of me always suspected he might come back someday. I was just waiting for that day, praying it would never come.

“Silent treatment then? Well, I’ll be seeing you soon, dahlia. Goodbye... for now.” He hangs up abruptly, leaving me on the verge of a panic attack.

My worst nightmare is here to claim me as his own.

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