Hate

"Why don't you attack now so you wouldn't have to bandage your girl? Stand on what you think I am. Think that I would kill an innocent being because I am problematic. Because that's what you believe I glorify."

He focused on my eyes all the while.

I didn't bother to conceal my eyes. Perhaps because there was already nothing to conceal. As it is already used to... void.

"Kill me. I know you can." I challenged.

With a little mocking smile on his lips, and his eyes fixed on my hand again, he said.

"Why would you always scar yourself? Damn... not funny at all, baby..."

I smiled at him.

Baby, huh? Do I accept it?

Of course not.

Feeling something dark reaching my head with the way he answered, I thrusted the guns more to his chest. The threat I am radiating and the gun ready to fire seems like a joke to him. I am to hell, very insulted!

Is he belittling my skill of killing?!

"Don't make me hear your fucking awful love addiction. I am not, fuck you... interested. " I continuously blurted out.

As a front, my hand frantically move to his neck, mimicking the same rage he gave me in that empty room but before I could grip it harder, his right hand ran for my waist. I felt more enraged with the way it possessively glided up to my neck.

How dare him hold me after declaring those words!

While he was bringing himself up from kneeling, my hand stretched up too for I don't want to lose touch of his neck. Immediately, my hand on his neck was removed by pressure so I busied myself on how to aim the gun properly, but before it fired, he moved my hand in the other direction.

Almost killing an assassin on my side.

My breathing tensed. Of course, this one is feral.

I inhaled hard when out of a sudden, he pushed me on his hard chest. My chest getting squeezed on him escalated a lot of memories of that dreadful evening. My eyes darkened at the pity I remembered having that night. And it darkened more as he encapsulated both of my hands to my back.

I tried to kick him anywhere else. He stopped that by firmly locking my legs with his. I tried to move my upper body so he pushed me more on him. Now locking it with his other arm, snaking around all of me.

With finality no one can defy, he roared in the vicinity.

"Go. Lead Renessme to my mom. All of you,"

"But Remus! That woman would harm you! She's a fucking bitch with a death threat!" a girly voice from afar countered.

On cue, gradually Remus peeked at me, who is pressed tightly on him. His probing eyes skimmed on my heated orbs, then on my heaving chest. Down to my firm lips.

His scowl turned soft, he seemed weary. I wasn't sure if it was amusement that has pass his eyes before he tore his eyes on my face again.

I shuddered when his lips curved intently and it reached his eyes. He licked his lips.

I wanted to cry.

"There is no threat here." his voice is calloused when he lightly speak it out like he was so sure of it.

Renessme's face contorted with anger. "Then let's go home! There's no way I'm going home without you!"

Home. Bandages. Girl.

What a cliche...

I hate him.

Remus head turned to her. "Mom is waiting at the mansion, she is worried about you, Re. Go home now. She had your things moved in there. You'll be staying there for a while"

Her eyes widened in excitement and something about satisfaction laced in it. Her eyes then slowly drifted to me. She proudly smirked at me. Taunted me.

Not a crybaby and unstoppable, I pushed more of my body to Remus. Making sure there are no gaps in between, I closed all the spaces I can see. Letting her see how I am in a better position compared to her. I also noticed a hand is now on my waist and is lightly guiding me forward.

I watched how her demeanor changed from mocking to frustrated.

Remus looked down at me to see what I am doing. He cocked his head on right, watching me under his frame. He seemed at peace, like he isn't having a monster in his arms, livid. After a long while of watching the other assassins. He tightened his embrace on me. My lips are already touching his ears and his graces on the top of my head.

"Where have you been?" it was a whisper only both our hearts can hear.

I despise his dominance and the way he has extreme control of people. I hate how he was darker than anyone I have laid my eyes to. That he is irrevocable when it comes to things he lays his eyes on. I loathe the fact that even in my own oblivion he afforded a way to enter and have a grip on what's going on with my chest.

I vengefully hate him.

We stayed like that for a while to the point that I can hear the loud beatings of I don't know whose heart is.

I watched her when she silently left with all of the assassins covering her.

As soon as everyone is out of sight, I forcefully removed myself from Remus's hold. His eyes turned dim with the way I escape out of him. He brought his hand to his pocket, no plans to look away. It's a while of silently standing away from each other before he spoke.

"Are you injure elsewhere?"

I jerked my neck sideways, letting him see something.

"Do you want another contribution?"

I know how well he knows what I am referring to. His prudent eyes lingered at me for a while. It stopped on my neck.

And it stayed there for another agonizing minutes.

He met my eyes before his head fell down on what he is getting haywire to. He soon lifted it up, directly at my face, distracted by a thought.

"I was livid. That's my mom. I couldn't control-"

I cut him off. He licks his lips and it wetted them perfectly. He watched me go darker as the night progress.

"You know what? I can see clearly now." I started. "I don't hate people without a reason. There were always reasons you don't know about and won't care of knowing. Wanna guess what's my reason for fiercely and madly hating you?"

I laughed shortly. Sarcastically.

"You mirror everything he does to me. So much"

The curve of my lips turned to a grim line.

"Remus, we will never meet halfway. "