Need You to Hate Me

KEANNE

I watched the flowers as they lit up under the moonlight and the combined lights of the pack. My hand bled, but I still held a cup of whiskey wrapped in my fingers, the glass stained with long lines of my blood. I watched the flowers, anger brewing at the back of my mind, my body running cold. I hated what this anger was doing to me.

She was just a girl. One of so many I had to choose from. Normally, if I didn't get a girl, which happened very, very rarely, I wouldn't even remember her face within twenty minutes.

But every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cora in that dress, her body fitting the silk like it was made with her in mind, her hair tumbling down in those gorgeous waves....

I bit down hard on my lips, closing my eyes.

And to think she would belong to my father, and occupy the space my mother wanted till she took her last breath. The space that giving birth to me had taken away from her because my father simply could not accept me. To think that it had to be Cora.

Sudden