Chapter 60

I looked into her teary and red eyes. Instead of getting angry, I felt sorry for her because I felt that she was carrying a heavy burden in her chest.

"I hate you," she cried. I admit that I feel annoyed every time she tells me ‘I hate you.’ I don’t want to hit her anymore because she’s just drunk and I have to understand her. I understand Bria but I don't understand myself.

"You hate me?" I asked. "Then hurt me if you hate me," I ordered. I even put my face close to her and waited for her to hurt me.

"I can't, Pershey," she replied...