I HATE YOU

"I hate you. I hate your stupid face, your smug smile, your insufferable arrogance. I hate the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you think you're entitled to everything. I hate your ego. I hate every damn about you!"

Alanis didn't flinch, though her words hit him like a physical blow. For a moment, silence returned to the car, but it was anything but calm. The air felt heavy and suffocating.

He took a breath, steadying himself. Despite her fiery tirade, all he could think was that he had caused this. That he had created the hatred she now carried. And yet, part of him couldn't let go. Not yet.

He still had hope that she loved him. He wanted to cling onto that hope.

They arrived at the hotel Harlow had given to the driver. It was good, but not the best hotel on the globe.

"Why this? Why not a place that is more secured and safe?" Alanis asked.