Hate

He had always hated her, everything that she ever stood for he had hated. She was the perfect opposite of him in every way. He liked black, she liked white. He was an Atheist and she was a perfect little Christian.1

It was a two way street, she hated him as well. Nothing he could do would ever get her to like him. He was pig headed and didn't even want to see the light. She'd given up hope on him; she'd given up hope of ever getting to know him in anyway.2

It was just too bad that their families were forcing them to be together. His needed the money from hers, while hers needed the title so their grandchildren could carry on the proud name. It was a lose lose situation for the children, but their families would be happy.3

It was a quiet ceremony, with only their immediate family close by. She was dressed in the traditional virginal white, and he in the black tux. It was funny to think that the whole ceremony was supposed to be about loving each other for all their lives; it was never going to happen between them.4

He could remember looking at her during the ceremony and thinking about the small pit of hatred that was boiling inside him. The little priss thought she was so good, that everything today was revolved around her. Sad to say he was the one getting married too, but no; she was the bride.5

It only made that hatred dig deeper into his soul, to hide away and fester, to let everything boil over one day. But not right now, his family was happy and that's what really mattered here. 6

She couldn't help but feel she was going to go to hell for this, for lying in the presence of a priest that was performing this sacred vow. It made her sick to her stomach, so much so that the words almost wouldn't come out of her mouth. They sat there on her tongue and in her mind.7

Everything was screaming that this was a lie, that she hated the man standing next to her and would like nothing more than to slap him so hard he couldn't remember what was up or down. It took every last bit of effort to hide the hatred in her eyes, to hide it from her family.8

Afterwards, their families sent them to go on their Honeymoon... What a joke? Did they really think anything was going to happen? He just couldn't believe he was expected to sleep with this creature. She probably had never even thought about sex.9

He was shocked that night when she did offer herself to him. It wasn't in the way that shy virgins did; this was something else she was confident, almost as if she didn't care. Was he supposed to refuse her? He was male after all and she was his wife, it didn't matter how much he hated her?10

She knew she had to be a good wife, knew that everything in her power had to go into making this a lasting marriage, to keep her family happy. She would do everything she could, no matter the hatred she felt for this man she was now attached to.11

It didn’t matter that the sound of his voice made her skin crawl. Or just even the thought of him touching her made her whole body shiver, made her whole body react in ways that a husband was not supposed to cause.12

Years went by and their hatred never diminished, she still felt the urge to do bad things to him; things that Christian girls were not meant to think about. His hate was still strong, even if he did have a great appreciation for everything she did.13

She was good at what she did, he had to admit that. She was the best mother he had ever seen, their child meant everything to her. And he truly did, her son meant the world to her, he was the ray in her life that kept everything right.14

It didn’t mater that he was conceived in hate. All that mattered was that he was hers. That he had come from her body; from her life. She hated the boy’s father with every fibre of her being, but none of that mattered when she looked into his smiling face.15

They’d never show their child how much they hated each other, everything like that was kept under wraps. All that mattered was that he was safe and sound and lived the best life that they could provide for him.16

It all changed one day, everything went down hill. Wasn’t it bad enough that they hated each other? But now they had to lose the one thing that had kept them together, kept their marriage safe and well.17

He could see the anguish in her eyes the day of the funeral. He didn’t know how to comfort someone he still held so much hate for. The way she looked at him, he felt it was his fault their child had died. But it was neither of theirs; he’d died at the careless hands of a teacher.18

But it didn’t stop the hatred in her eyes when she looked at him, it didn’t stop the pang of guilt in his heart at his son’s death. He was only so young. 19

The tears never stopped for her, not for days. She couldn’t handle the thought of her darling baby gone, gone forever. He was never going to come back to her. She kept thinking that there was only one way to be with her baby again. To hold him in her arms and never let him go.20

He remembered the day he came home from work to find the empty bottle of pills next to her on the bed. He would never forget that day; never forget how peaceful she looked, or how cold her body had felt against his, when he cradled her against him.21

Softly, silently the tears started to stream down his face. Soft little pitter patters falling against her already cold body. He didn’t hate her. He hadn’t hated her since he saw the way she’d looked at the screen that told them that there was a baby there. 22

He’d loved her from that day. What kept him going was the fact that she had loved a part of him. She’d loved their child more than her own life and that had kept him strong. Had kept his love for her alive. 23

He just wished that he had told her he loved her sooner. He had tried to show her in different ways, but she never seemed to catch on, just thought that he had wanted something, until he eventually gave up. But now, holding her cold, dead body in his arms he wished he’d told her. He wished that he could bring her back and make everything right.24

To show her how much he loved her, make her love him and not just the child they had together. If only her hatred of him hadn’t prevented him, he might have been able to comfort her; he might have been able to save her.25

But not now. Not ever.26

She was gone.27

Their hate was gone.28

His love.29

Their child.