Chapter 9 Hate

• /-Riley-/
• A slap sends me to the ground.
• Tears sting my eyes as I stare at him in disbelief. He walks away angrily.
• I curl on the floor and sob. Dean laid his hands on me. We are not yet married, and he's already showing me his ugly side.
• Maybe it's my fault too. I shouldn't have said that to him. He was just trying to look out for me.
• I won't apologize. This slap is enough to counter any apology he deserves. He doesn't deserve any. I said the truth. I hate him for hitting me. I hate him for forcing his way into my life. I hate everything about him. I hate him.
• I still can't bring myself to get off the floor. I just want to remain here and cry. Perhaps I should work on Tess's advice. This would be the last time he'll make me cry.
• “Wifey…".
• I stiffen at the mention of that name. I don't make a move to turn or even look at him. I feel his hand on my shoulder and my body tenses once more. Fuck you for making me feel this way.
• “I lost my temper back then. I never meant to hit you.....” He takes a deep breath like it's the hardest thing to say.
• “But you did…” My voice comes out like a whisper.
• “I was wrong… fuck, I can't do this” he mutters and I turn to face him.
• He looks away, battling with his thoughts. He looks very nervous.
• “I've never really done this before. I feel so stupid” He confesses, and I try not to smile.
• I'm supposed to be angry with the dude. He bites his lip and stars at me.
• “Can I try this again tomorrow?”.
• I suppress the urge to laugh and stand. He stands as well and stops me from leaving.
• “Maybe you should stay away from me for a while. It'll do a lot more than your apology. Cause it means nothing to me” I say and walk away from him. I already decided to go with Tess' idea, I don't intend to change my mind.
• I lie on my bed and think about him. I chuckle softly. It's hard to believe he's never apologized to anyone. He looked like he was about to faint.
• Okay, that's enough. I don't want to think about him anymore. I pick my phone and play games until I get bored.
• My stomach grumbled surprisingly. What happened to the six bowls of ice cream? It's time I visit the kitchen.
• As I walked towards the stairs, I sight an open door. Curiosity leads me right to it. There's Dean leaning against the rail, shirtless. I didn't know he had tattoos. Half of his back is tatted, along with one of his arms. His long dark hair rests freely on his back. It's curly and darker than usual. I feel jealous.
• I can't seem to take my eyes off him. It's not fair. Why does he have to be so pretty?
• I frown at the sight of smoke. Does he smoke too?
• 'Yeah smoking hot'. I giggle at the thought. My little happiness dies the moment the witch joins him. She's in a bathrobe and I boil at the thought of both showering together. Is that why his hair's wet?
• She hugs him from behind, and he doesn't push her off. I turn away in anger and head back to my room.
• What's wrong with you, Riley? It shouldn't bother you. But it does. I bury my face in the sheets. I'm going crazy.
• /-Delilah-/
• “What do you want?” He asks. I smile.
• “I want you. You know that”.
• “I can't give you that. I belong to no one” He says, gently taking off my hands.
• I watch the man I've loved for years walk away from me.
• “I'm only asking for a part of you, Dean. These days, you don't even pay attention to me anymore. We don't even fuck anymore” I say. He stops but doesn't say a word.
• “Why?”.
• “I've lost interest”.
• “Because of that kid?” I huff.
• “No. Maybe a little. You and I were nothing from the start” He says without emotion. My heart breaks in two.
• “But I fucking loved you. I gave you everything, asshole” I bawl.
• “I made it clear I don't do that shit. You wanted to give your pussy”.
• “You were in pain. Stop being so fucking ungrateful” I yell, fighting back tears.
• “But I wasn't dying. Get your shit together. Riley's asleep and I don't want you waking her” he says. I glare at him. Who gives a fuck about some stupid kid?
• “Why her?” I ask.
• “I don't know.”
• “But you care about her. I got shot twice for you, and you didn't show half the concern you did when she didn't return. I'm getting mad, Dean. You're making me real' mad”.
• “You work for me. It's your fucking job. Because we fuck a few times doesn't change a thing. You're like one of those bitches I fuck every day. You mean nothing to me. Don't think I can't put a fucking bullet in your head if you try shit. Get the fuck out of my face” he snaps.
• I walk away angrily.
• I know I mean nothing to him. I know I throw myself at him to use when he feels like. He made it clear we're just fucking, but I fell for him. Who wouldn't?
• It hurts to see him pay so much attention to her. When he slapped her earlier, his eyes were filled with so much regret. He was going to apologize to the little bitch.
• Dean doesn't know how to control his temper, but he doesn't even attempt to apologize when he does. But for her…. I fucking hate her.
• Why can't he see me? I'm prettier. Fuck, I'm sexy too. She's just like another Barbie. Childish and pink. She's not even hot.
• What the hell attracted him to her?
• I'm not so good at giving up. I can take anything but watching him fall for her is a slap in my face.
• I'll ruin her. I'll make sure she doesn't dream of coming close to him. I know Dean more than she does. I'm just going to use his anger against him.
• I'll scare her from you. I'll make her run far away from you.
• When she's gone, you'll run back into my arms like you always do.
• Like you did when Tatiana died.