I Still Hate You

32

~ Glad I Did It With Him~

Veronica

I stare at him as he looks down at me with wide eyes

I look down and look at the dresser keeping my eyes anywhere other than him

"Answer me Ronnie!" He yells

I clench my first and yank my arm out of his grip.

"It was a couple years ago okay?"

I feel tears surface, I thought they weren't noticeable.

He grabs my waist but I push him off of me.

"No!" I yell

"Just stop!" I yell again

My hands start to shake in anger, he can't do this to me.

I get up and ball up my fist and punch the wall, pain shots up my arm and I groan.

I fall into the floor as he just watches me, he comes over to me and I push him away again

"Don't act like you care" I growl

"I do Ronnie!! How am I supposed to prove it?" He asks desperately

I shake my head and look away.

"Ronnie, I won't hurt you"

"No, you will! You already have!" I yell

"How many fucking times do I have to say sorry" he yells back his face going red

He grabs my shoulders tightly

"How many times am I going to have to get pushed away from you! You hurt me! Every day!" He yells

I don't answer as I I scrunch up my face trying not to cry.

"You say I hurt you!? You hurt me! All the time Veronica, but I still try because I am fucking in l-"

The door swings open and he lets go of me, his face flushed and I let some tears fall

"What's going on in here?" Drake asks with wide eyes

I hurt him?

I walk past Drake and out into the hallway, I keep walking.

I hurt him? How? Maybe I am too mean?

Because I push him away!? How do I push him away!?

I daze off and sit down on the emergency steps and lean my head on the wall

I do push him away, mentally and physically.

Why Veronica? Why do you push him away?

Because you are falling and you don't want to, so you hurt yourself and him

I'm falling for him... what was he going to say

He is in love? No.

No he is not! He isn't.

Here you go again pushing him away

I groan and shake my head at myself, I run my hands down my arms and sigh

He was just worried.

I cry a little bit, ever since I left him I feel a little weaker.

I mean we weren't together we were just pulled to each other.

I stand up and run my hands through my hair

Now is not the time to be weak

I walk back up to the top floor and walk into the room, I open the door and my eyes widen at the sight