Rebirth: The Trouble with Hating you

Chapter 2

"Oh no," Hunter cursed under his lips when he saw Dove starting her car and leaving at a frantic speed. He drove his own car to chase after her, but there was no stopping her. He knew that she was not thinking anything at this moment and in a fit of anger, she was going to commit the gravest mistake of her life. Until that day, he had never seen Dove so angry. Perhaps angry was the wrong word. Crestfallen– it was the appropriate word to describe her current life.

Nevertheless, he understood that he had to stop her as driving the car at such a dangerous speed was in no way a good decision. Anything could happen to her.

Soon, his thoughts were turned true as another sports car from the opposite direction appeared and collided right with Dove's car, causing it to flip in the air and hit the dividers of the road. His heart came out of his chest for a moment as he pressed the brakes and ran out of the car before his car could even stop.

As he scanned, he found that the car was in a bad situation, and she was stuck inside. Shards of glass were pierced into her skin and blood was oozing from everywhere, staining her clothes and car seats. It was such a horrifying and terrifying picture even for someone as stone-hearted as him.

"Raven," Hunter said, frantically. He attempted to open the car door, but it was stuck. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't open it, or he had to help her get out of the car, or she might die there. Pushing these negative thoughts to the back of his head, he began focusing on the most important thing there.

"Knightson, it's Dove," Dove said in a hushed tone. Her eyes were closing on their own, and she saw his blurry face and another wrecked sports car behind him.

"You still have the courage to fight with me over your name, huh?" Hunter asked. He appeared miserable at this moment, and she had never been so happy as that moment while peering at him. "You are named after the wrong bird."

"My father named me Dove, "She whispered. Then, something changed inside her, and she added with eyes full of remorse and pain," My dad… he… take care of him please…."

"Raven, he is your father. So, you better come out alive and take care of your old man. Do I look like a good man to you?" He said in a menacing tone just like him. She knew that he was a bad man, and he proved it to her by acting like one. Perhaps she was dying, yet he didn't believe that he should be gentle to a person like her.

Suddenly, he was able to open the car door, and soon he helped her out of the car. In a few minutes, the ambulance was there and he had successfully saved her. He was holding her hands, pleading with her not to close her eyes and keep fighting with him while she was staring at everything blurry.

She watched in silence and blur how another car appeared and crashed right into him. His body flung in the air and when it fell back to the ground, his head hit the divider and the car crushed his body. One moment, he was fighting with her for her life and the other moment he was lying there dead in cold blood.

This was life…. Unexpectedly Cruel…

The nurses and doctors ran to him frantically, leaving her alone there on the stretcher and she counted until her last breath.

"Sixteen years of rivalry was not worth this embarrassing death, Knightson. I forgive you not because you saved my life but because I want to be free of hatred for you and everything. I want to be free and happy again. If there is a turn back in time, I will change my path, so I will never meet you…."

"Goodbye, Hunter."

The hushed whisper flew with the wind, and she understood that her time had come to an end. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, mingling with the crimson hue marring her skin.

A smile tugged at her lips while tears leaked from the corner of her eyes, but she swore that she felt her bruised heart healing at this moment of her death, "Goodbye, Jacob. You were my Achilles heel all along, and I wish, I fervently wish that nobody loved a man like you. Especially a woman like me."

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Blood. So much blood. When Dove woke up, she found herself drenched in her own blood. This nightmare never ends. It will never end. The blood won't go away. No matter how many times she attempts to wash or scrub it away, it never goes away. It will stay with her until her last breath.

"Birdie!"

"Birdie!"

Dove woke up in a panic as someone yanked the blanket off her body. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the man with a frown etched on her face.

'Dad…'

It had been more than a month, but still, she was not able to believe it or come to terms with the fact that she had turned back in time.

Indeed, her wish had been granted. She was back to the time when she was eighteen years old. When it happened, she couldn't believe it. However, according to the timeline, she had just turned eighteen and passed high school. Her father was still alive and happy. He was now working as a professor at a university in the capital. Her father had changed many jobs, and it was the only time when he had worked as a professor.

She was staring at him in a daze just like every day whenever he would come to wake up. She still couldn't believe that this thing was happening to her. Each day she would go to sleep with the thought that she would wake up in her miserable and sad world.

"Run to the washroom, quick!" The man said and Dove glanced at her light-coloured satin pajamas that were stained red. Blood rushed to her cheeks and she got down from the bed and ran to the bathroom. At this moment, she forgot what she was thinking about in the beginning, as all she cared about was the cause of her blood-stained pyjamas.

She ran back to her room to get a sanitary napkin from her closet. When she returned from the bathroom, she saw her father changing the bed covers and her blanket. She didn't move or make a noise and her eyes turned glossy on their own as she watched the man she loved more than anything else caring for her.

She was the result of an affair that her father had with a woman in college. Both her father nor her mother were not in a position to raise their daughter together. She didn't mind that her mother left her with her father, and he raised a single kid. She didn't know much about her mother, only that she was a good woman but just not someone cut for motherhood. Of course, Dove didn't blame her mother. She was glad that her mother left her with her father, and he raised her single-handedly with all the love in the world.

She never felt the need for a mother as he was enough for her. He was the best father in the world. She didn't love anyone more than him, and she could say that he also loved her a lot. She hurt him a lot in her last life by choosing that company over herself. All he ever wanted was for her to live well, and she could not even do such an easy thing.

However, if this time she was really given a second chance, she was neither going to disappoint him nor herself.

As if he could feel her eyes on him, he veered around only to sigh. "What's wrong, Birdie? I have been asking you for so many weeks but you haven't told me anything. Has anything changed? Why do you look sad?"

Andrew Harrison could feel that something had changed in her. He didn't know what it was. He knew that his daughter was always a very serene child, but there was this hidden sadness in her eyes that he couldn't understand why it was there. She looked as if she had aged a lot this month. Every day he would ask her if she was facing any problems in life, and she would just shake her head and smile at him. What could he make of this gesture? He was scared for some reason.

Dove hugged him and whispered, "I'm sad because you are sending me far from home. I only wish to stay with you."

She knew that he could catch every emotion that she was facing. He always had this magical ability that she loved but presently she was finding it unnerving.