Hades

Chapter treinta y dos

"Exactly what I said." I hiss, letting my head drop again and massage my temples. Definitely one of the worse hangovers I've ever had.

"What has gotten into you? I have done nothing to you that would make you speak to me like that. I even let you sleep here, because I knew Maria would kill you if she saw you at the state you were in yesterday. Thinking back at it now, maybe I should've just brought you home." I hear her irritated voice say, making me growl lowly.

"Maybe you should've. I'd rather have her kill me, than this stupid argument with you pretending to give a fuck about me. Stop always doing that!" I yell at her, making her jump in her seat.

"Why do you keep thinking I'm pretending Hades? What is wrong with you?!" She stands up, crossing her arms over her chest. I blink at her, still not used to her tough acting.

"Maybe you're not pretending. I don't know what you're doing, but stop it." I tell her, confusing her by the looks of it. I'm confused too!

"You keep acting as if you cared for me and the next moment I know you're out with Compton, knowing I hate that." I finally tell her. I know she has a right to go out with her friend, but I despise him for what he's done to me and Emma.

"So just because you hate him, means I have to hate him too? You're being ridiculous right now!" She tells me, making me close my eyes in frustration.
"No, but you're doing it behind my back, which I fucking don't understand. If there was nothing going on between you two, then you would've told me." I say. Now, that's right. Why would she keep him a secret?

"Excuse me?! Just because I don't want you to hurt Bradley, doesn't mean there is something going on between us two. Besides that, what would it be to you if we had something going on?" She asks, making me glare at her.

"He fucking cheated on you! There I thought that you changed, became a stronger person, when in reality all you do is crawl back to that bastard." I stand up as well, despite my pounding head. I tower over her, which she notices, but doesn't take a step back.

"Don't call him that!" She glares up at me.
"What? Bastard? He is one and I will make him regret what he did to you. If you wouldn't be so fucking weak and let him get to you again, I would've already done it." I say, without taking a breath. My chest rises and falls with every step she takes closer to me.

"Leave him alone! I said we are friends and not more. I wouldn't be so stupid and let him win my heart again. Why don't you get that?" She asks, frustration clear on her voice. I shake my head and clinch my jaw.

"He will pay. Just stop seeing him already, he'll only hurt you!" I growl again. Why can't she get it in her head?
"The only one that is hurting me right now, is you!" She places a finger on my chest, pushing me slightly. My heart drops at her words and I struggle to hide the pain she just caused me.

"Don't say that. I'm just looking out for you." I say, a little quieter than before. She shakes her head.
"You're not. All you do is trying to break mine and Bradley's friendship. Just because you don't like him, doesn't mean I will dislike him as well." She says.

"He hurt you. He cheated on you. He broke us! What else does he have to do in order to make you realize he's just a little piece of shit?" I ask, taking her finger that she put on my chest and putting it by her side, before dropping her hand.

"He cheated on me yes. But I forgave him. And he didn't break us, Hades. It's not all his fault." She defends him yet again, making me ball my fists and clinch my jaw, hurting my teeth.

"How can you forgive him? How weak must you be?" I ask, deciding it's not the right time to talk about our 'break up' yet. She pushes my chest, not even making me move.

"Stop saying I'm weak, just because I'm able to forgive! We can't all be as unforgiving and cold as you are!" Her words stung again. I don't really know what to answer to that. It is clear this discussion is pointless. It is pointless to talk to her about Compton.

But am I cold and unforgiving? I shake my head and try to put my next sentence together. I know this will be hard, but I can't go on like this. She will have to pick sides eventually and I already know which one she'd pick: Compton's.

"Then go ahead, get your heart broken again. But don't count on me when you need a person to lean on. Thank you for letting me sleep here." I say through gritted teeth and turn around. But her hands again stop me.

"Stop being so god damn stubborn and give him a chance." I hear her say, making me snort.
"No thank you." I say, not believing what she just said. How could she expect that from me?

"Hades-"
"I don't want to. He didn't deserve a chance in the first place. He doesn't deserve you, Emma." I say, pained by how he won her over yet another time. And so easily too...

"Let me go. I need to get out of here." I say, tugging at my hand, that she finally let go. I quickly walk out of her room, her house and what seemed like her heart. I will never understand why she gave Compton another chance.

He is nothing better than a piece of trash. A scumbag. Somebody that doesn't deserve to be loved. Especially not by somebody like Emma. She is too naive and kindhearted to even notice all the bad in this world. She is too innocent.

I shake my head while turning around a corner. Fuck, my head. If it wasn't for my head, maybe I would've discussed this topic with her further. But in the end, it wouldn't have lead her to leave Compton.

I know it's a lot to ask from her and I shouldn't be mad at her for making a decision like that. I can't ask her to leave a friend alone if she really likes him. But I can't keep on pretending as if I don't care. I can't keep on watching him making her laugh, smile, blush. All those emotions that I, and I only was able to get out of her. One time, though. Years ago.

I'm happy she moved on from me, though. I'm jealous and angry, yes. But I will always love Emma. And I admire her for being so strong, even after what happened between us.

I walk into my house, being greeted by the smell of pancakes and bacon, my favorite. And although I feel sick, a small smile creeps up my face. I quickly run up the stairs, knowing due to grandma's humming, she hasn't heard me come in. Thankfully, though.

I take a quick shower and change into a pair of sweatpants and a black shirt. I run down the stairs again and kiss my grandma on the cheek. She jumps a little at my sudden appearance, but smiles warmly.

"I didn't hear you come in. Did you have fun?" She asks me when I sit down on the dining table. I watch her place our breakfast in front of us and wait until she sits down.

"Not at all." I answer, promising myself never to drink that much again. Even if I'm upset, never ever should I drink that much again. I hate not knowing what I did and couldn't imagine abuela's face when she'd see me in a hospital bed, because I got alcohol poisoning.