The Hate Between Us

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, sad, a

g dress. The wedding happens to be in three nights, so we have to get everything in order. I’m usin

s away from her. My mind has been wandering lately, trying to erase that st

he new bride. She’s a little bit on the plus side with a reasonable a

er with bodice or just laces. I am just about to get to the neck r

n’t the one. Since the introduction by Trisha, I’ve avoided Tristen l

s voice is as cold as steel, m

et jaws. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming.” I mumble. I try to gather all t

idn’t see me

nd up with my whole body trembling. He gets closer to me and I can almo

ever happen again, so I don’t want you to harbor the thoughts that I’ll fall

, but I can’t prove to him that I’m a weakling. I don’t look at his col

a lion’s roar. “Especially my sister. Do not tell he

buse, the torture, and the uncomfortable live that I passed through, Trisha was the one that saved me from

now I’m hurt by his words. I’ve faced tougher times than his blistering words,

tched from my window, blushing my heart away for my brother’s best fri

after I straighten mys

It’s really nothing. Just

t, there’s a beautiful bodice wedding dress that cuts at the knee, but I don’t think it's an id

this. She tries on a lot of dresses, a

there?” This question baffles me, li

ke my head. “I

ment, wishing the same for myself. But somewhere, in the deepest part of my mind, Tristen’s face appears, and I realize I haven’

dresses and drag one out of the dress I e

pping. As she raises the gown to scrutinize it, she pi

it in front of h

ss, wanting to know how it feels being married. Hailey distracts my thoughts as

the beads that are embroidered in the dress. “OMG,

“I alwa

pick the right topper. Planning this whole wedding is a fun ro

she walks down to the aisle gives me a “well done” flip in my tummy. When she gets to my turn, sh

nging to say “I do”, but I just watch from the c

shines through her husband’s face is unmistakable. I pres

my birthday and my dad became an alcoholic. With the social service finding out, they took away the custody from my father and sent me to a foster home. From one foster home to the other,

r parents could provide me with was kicking me ou

ed ten years. Until Trisha decided to

ulsory thing for wedding planners to be at the reception since the prepara

ssly at the head of the band. His dark hair dances to his song, his Adam’s apple bobs as he sings, his lean muscles bulge out as he strums the guitar, he pauses in between

es me jerk back to reality that my

y to comport myself, taking

up on things.” She’s not holding any drink, so she just plays with her hair.

thoughts of Tristen. I smile. “It doesn’t matter.” I loo

’re goo

“We are

So, tell me everything. How have yo

e’s no one. Life was just hard back there,

.” Trisha blurts

is

onship.” We don’t talk again, but we look at the people on the dance floor. “Sometimes, finding the one

don’t see him. “I

’s coming to us. I better go catch

omise to get her back. The lead guitarist walks up to me. “I just saw th

at his eyes sparkled. He stretches his hands and I take it, a

nd, I think I’m in heaven. With the rhythm of the song, we dance slowly to it, sharing

Under the stars, I am holding a man’s hands, someone

r a minute, our lips almost mee

ed around me. Goosebumps ripples

e here kissing?" his words are vile and poisonous, ki

ng to do. Everyone was ha

hile you work? I do not see you having ‘fun’ when you are working. Got it?” He g

tly. “Yes,

by his first name in public. Standing here, ashamed and

he dance, but Tristen’s

something more than a dance. He looks so lovely a

following him at his back and picking up the trash. I kno

s me to