Page 35 of Hate Like Ours

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“Just recently,” she says as she fidgets a little.

“And he wants you to get married already?” I ask.

“He said after his wife died, it just made him realize that life is short, so why wait?” she responds, laughing a little nervously.

“Is there any way I can change your mind?” I ask, already knowing there’s not anything I can do. “’Cause I think people are going to hate us,” I tell her. I mean, they already hate me but I’m not about to tell her that.

“Afraid not, sweetie. But look on the bright side! Things will be a lot better for us,” she says, smiling. “I love him so much already.”

The smile on her face is big. I haven’t seen one like that on her face for a while. I already know that I won’t do or say anything to jeopardize this for her.

“When’s the wedding?” I ask, thinking that’s what I’m supposed to ask.

“Late October,” she says excitedly.

“Mom, are you serious?”

“Isn’t it exciting? I mean, when you know, you know. Right?”

“I guess,” I say, pasting a smile on my face even though I’m dying on the inside.

I can already imagine how much more Knox will hate me when he finds out about this. I groan at the thought of what he’ll do. I mean, just today, the guy wanted to bury me in the woods. Who knows how he’ll want to kill me when he finds out.

“I know this is so last minute but I just want you to be happy for me,” she says, hugging me again.

“I am happy for you, Mom. I’m going to head to bed and I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Sleep well, baby,” she tells me as I walk away and up to my room.

I didn’t sleep a wink that night because I was wondering if I’d survive if I ran away from here.



Why dothe weekends always go by so fast? Today’s another Monday, which means another week in this hellhole. As I make my way up to the front doors of the school, just looking at the building causes a wave of depression to hit me harder than it ever has.

The invisible walls around me feel like they keep closing in on me and I’m not sure how to make it stop, or make it go away. It’s exhausting to live like this. One minute, you’re fine and the next, it feels like everything is crushing you down under its weight.

This move hasn’t been easy at all and I’m drowning. I’m glad Mom dropped her bomb on me Friday because it gave me the entire weekend to hide from Knox.

I’m not even sure if he got the news, but I’m hoping he hasn’t yet. If he doesn’t know, it will give me a few days to not bear the brunt of his wrath. There is no doubt that he’ll probably explode when he finds out that my mom and his dad are about to tie the knot in a few weeks.

Knox is going to be my stepbrother soon…

I have no idea how to feel about that so I just put that in a box inside my head labeled “don’t touch yet.”

Who the hell even gets married in October? In fact, who the hell even plans a whole wedding in such a short amount of time? My crazy mother, that’s who.

I guess I should be happy for her, and I am, but I just can’t help the feeling that the fallout for this wedding won’t be any good for me. Knox has hated me before our parents decided to get married, so I can’t imagine how he’d feel about me now that they are.

Just the thought of him finding out has me scared. What if he decides now is the right time to kill me or something. As I’ve come to learn in such a short amount of time, the guy is unpredictable.

I make my way to my locker and am just about to open it when someone bumps into me from behind which causes my body to fall forward and into it.

My bag is snatched away from me and flung across the empty hall, causing my books to spill out onto the floor. Ugh, I came early today so I wouldn’t get harassed by this asshole and, yet here we are.

I spin around and look straight into Knox’s face with a heavy scowl on mine. He has a nasty sneer on his. I can’t tell if that’s just his face or if he’s making it because he already knows about the upcoming nuptials of our parents. He’s a hard cookie to read, if nothing else.

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