DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

MADDOX
Hate is a strong word.
It’s a bitter but sweet fucking poison. It’s like
cocaine, and once you’ve had a taste, it’s damn
addictive. It becomes something more. It infiltrates your
system, running through your veins, until you can’t see
anything other than red rage.
Hate kept me going.
Rage kept me alive. It became the oxygen I breathed.
See, I didn’t hate my parents.
I loathed them.
I wasn’t angry at them. No, it was something more. The
rage festered over the years. I tended to it, watered it and
watched it grow into something nasty and ugly.
Years ago, I found out it was easy to hate but so damn
difficult to love.
But no matter how deep my hatred ran for them; I still
looked into their eyes and hoped to see something more.
Love for the child they brought into this messed up world
and forgot to look after. Me.
My mother and I stood opposite of each other in the
hallway of our home. She had a cashmere shawl wrapped
around her shoulders and the moonlight shone through the
window, casting a glow on her face. I was the carbon copy