Her House, My Rules

Chapter 33

The truth hurts. The lie kills.

Three cold bodies laid in a casket. My invisible mother, Ana Hudson, Hazel's parents, Mr. Dean and Mrs.Maria Brown. Did I cry? No. I was only at the funeral for Hazel. To be honest, my mother was already dead when I was six years old. I didn't consider this woman as my mother. I wasn't her son. My affection for Hazel's parents died a few weeks ago. I didn't feel anything but deep regrets. I should've known that they were traitors. I should've known that my own mother was sleeping with my father's best friend and Mrs. Maria.

How disgusting!

A few eyes were judging my presence beside Hazel. They were murmuring. Why is this guy at the funeral when these people killed his parents? Why is he here? He must be a fool. He must be in love with this young girl. She must be giving the good pussy.

I didn't care about the consequences anymore. I know they were right and I didn't know what else to say about the situation. I didn't want Hazel to be by herself. I promised her that I was going to protect her and that's what I was doing. I wanted to make sure that she was having the best treatment by my side. She lost both of her parents at the same time.

Teardrops on my black suit, her head was resting on my chest, desperately. It was a painful moment. There I was with the enemy's daughter but yet, I was still in love with her. After everything, I was still wishing her happiness. I still wanted to be her man and complete her. Hazel was broken and so, was I. 
I just couldn't hate her and abandon her when she needed me the most. Death can drive you crazy. It's not easy to handle the pain. I understood that part. I definitely wanted to be by her side.

"Can we go home?" Her broken voice whispered in my right ear. "This pain is killing me inside." Tears fell down her face as she begged me to drive her home. "Please."

"Anything for you, Hazel," I replied and held her hand all the way to the exit door. "Hold me when you feel like crying," I encouraged her to hold on to me.

"Hawk?" We entered my car. "I don't know what to do anymore. I'm in so much pain. I am so sorry about what happened to your--"

"Shh..." I interrupted her. "Don't talk." I attached the seatbelt against her body. She was going through so much, I didn't want her to worry about my feelings. I was broken after all but I was trying to make her feel better. Her pain really affected me. I hated the situation. I just wanted her to share her beautiful smile with me again.

"I just want to get away from everything." She started explaining herself. "I don't feel like living anymore. These people hate me. They kept talking about me continuously. I'm pretty sure they don't care about the funeral. They just came for the food."

"I want you to do something for me," I started the engine and drove away from the place. "I want you to stop caring about other people. They don't know you, they have nothing on you. Stop thinking about them. If they don't like you, so what? I do." I admitted, sincerely. "Regardless of your situation, people always going to have something to say about you. You're not perfect, I'm not perfect, Nobody is. I want you to keep your head up and forget about the negative things." I paused, desperately. " Come closer." I grabbed her warm hand as I pulled her close to me and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "From now on, I'll take care of you. I care about you so much, I'll give you the world if it's possible. You can count on me, I'll always be there for you, Waffle."

I swear on my own life. I meant every single word.

She was my End Game.

"Hawk?" She placed her head on the car window as she avoided eye contact with me. "Why don't you hate me?" Her question shook my conscience, urgently.