Can't Hate You

Wrong people

Melissa

I slowly turned my head around and looked into the direction where it came from. It was dark and the lights were too bright so I closed one eye hoping I could recognize more.

I couldn't hold my hand in front of my eyes because I was holding myself onto the railing. If I would let go... I would fall. In that moment I was just too curious to let go... and a little hope inside of me was there.. I was hoping that somebody would save me and that was so poor because I always needed somebody who would save me since I couldn't do it by myself.

The person just stopped like three meters away from me not caring about the there traffic and got out before turning the engine off. That means I still couldn't see him because of the bright lights but I knew that it was a guy... because which girl would tune a car that much?

If I wouldn't have been so stressed and depressed I would actually say that his car was like extremely nice.

No lie... I prayed that he wouldn't stop me. First I hoped that somebody would save me but after all I didn't want anybody to save me. I didn't want to deal with anybody else again. I had enough for the night. I just wanted to be left alone.. I had enough to deal with. This shouldn't be a story where the poor, weak girl would need to be saved from a mysterious guy who was going to be the prince.

So I looked at the cars beneath me again.

Then I heard his voice trough the cars...

"You won't jump." I looked at him.

"What makes you so sure?" I snapped back because I was literally on the edge and I had no nerves to mess with somebody.. I couldn't see his face but I could recognize that he was leaning on his car. His voice was deep and raspy. a little sarcastic.. out go nowhere he began to laugh.

"If you would really want to do it then you would've already done it."

He crossed his arms in front of his chest. And I realized that I was still shaking. Not because it was cold..

"M-Maybe I-"

I didn't know what to say.. what did I want?

"You're not brave enough." he interrupted me and his voice was very deep... I got goosebumps.

What he said pissed me off. This wasn't a competition or a bet r anything else. Was he just there to waste my time and mess with me or help me to jump? What was his problem?

"You don't even know me!"

My voice was raw and broken which made me feel even more weak.

He laughed again and I felt even more stupid.

"Oh come on! What could make your life so horrible that you would want to kill yourself?"

That question... that was the right question. I asked myself so often..

"You..You can't even imagine!" I said loudly making sure he would hear me..

"My whole life is.. is a mess!" I continued. I knew it was none of his business but since he asked..

"Tell me something new.." he said and I felt really offended.

"You're just another teen girl who's on some suicidal s**t because her boyfriend betrayed her or she didn't get enough love from her daddy or enough money from her mom to buy a Valentino dress and be the coolest of her friends."

My jaw dropped and I turned back around to him. How the hell did he know so much about me? I never knew that I was one of these girls.. he was right with everything except the Valentino dress part..

That was so annoying. He didn't even try to help me. He just helped to make me angry. Even that was enough for me to get back to the safe side to fight him.

"Come on, jump!" that's was so mean... what a heartless asshole.

"I will!" I screamed challenging him.

»Okay enough, get the f**k down there.« he said then really seriously and came towards me. I was surprised by his words because I didn't expect him to change his mind so quickly. I held the railing tightly.

I could finally see his face and.. god.. he was so handsome. His light brown hair and his sharp jawline caught my eyes immediately.. his heel eyes and the way he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows almost made me so weak that I had to let go.

"No! I want to jump and I swear I'll to it if you come closer!"

I stared panicking. He could be a murderer.. or a rapist.. or someone who my mom bought to get me down here. He could be anybody and even if he was just a rude guy who didn't want me to jump, I really didn't want to get to know anybody else.

I wanted to be alone. I wanted to get over this alone. Even if I had to help myself down here by my own.

He sighed. "We both know that you won't jump so get over here! This ain't no Titanic, bitch."

Again I was offended by the words he's chosen and the tone he was speaking with but there was no time to argue over that.

I looked down again and it was really scary. Now that I stopped crying and got distracted.. I thought.. maybe not this time...

God I don't know what I was thinking. I was just confused and I wanted to go somewhere where I could be alone. I wanted to forget and start over again.

I turned myself around slowly and tried to climb back. It was a little difficult with this tight dress. First it was easy because nobody was watching me but now that his eyes were on me I felt a little embarrassed. I was still shaking so that made things a lot worse... and it was so windy..

"How about helping me instead of watching?"

He shrugged.

"You're the one who wanted to die."

He was so cold and careless that I didn't know if I should be mad or not. I didn't have the right to be mad. He wasn't committed to help me. He was right. I was the one who wanted to die and I couldn't even do that. It was so freaking stupid of me. What was I thinking?

I took a deep breath as I was standing on the safe side. Then I looked at the ground and realized that seeing stones was better than cars. I was so thankful for standing safe again that I shook my head about my sudden actions.

"Now get in the car."

He pointed at his black McLaren with his head and I looked at him eyes widened. He couldn't be serious. What a weird person.

"I think the f**k not? I'm not crazy?"

He began to laugh again and that made me so mad. I was already pissed and he wasn't really helping. He wasn't even taking it serious. He really must've been crazy. Didn't he have anything else to do? Where was he even coming from and why wasn't he leaving me alone?

"You're really funny but now, get in." he was serious again.

"I would never go with you! I don't even know you! Why am I even talking to you?"

Luckily I wasn't crying anymore so that made me seem less stupid and I finally got to think a little bit more so I decided to leave this place before anything could go wrong. Even more than now. I needed to get myself together because this wasn't me. I wasn't moving without thinking. I wasn't doing such stupid things which made me look like a bipolar girl.

So I took a deep breath and wanted to walk past him with fast steps but before I could do that he grabbed my arm. I looked at his hand...

“I almost got r***d tonight and I won't let that happen again."

I was deadass serious even if it didn't sound like that.

"But you didn't, right?"

I sighed.

"No!"

"So?" my jaw dropped.

What did he mean with 'so?'? Since I didn't get r***d I should just go with him? He really must've been stupid or something but he didn't seem stupid at all.. with his black leather jacket.. his black shirt, jeans and boots. I could believe that he just attempted a funeral or something. Now that I was looking at him.. he was so muscular.. his shoulders were so wide.. he arms were huge and his hand.. so huge.. these veins..

"What kind of annoying person are you?"

I was so pissed and I literally had the guts to look up into his hazel eyes which were so dangerous. I didn't know for how long I would be able to keep doing that. He was scaring me.. but in a different way.. in a dominant way...

»Look sweet cake, usually I'm not that kind so do what I say.«

He was still holding my arm and just because I decided to be a savage I came closer to him.

»What if I won't come with you huh? Will you kidnap me? Are you one of these gangstas?«

Wow. That's a savage... how stupid. I really wasn't going to learn from my mistakes.

He looked at my lips. "I'm the baddest and realest gangsta you'll ever meet.."

Then he said nothing for a while since I didn't do either because I was just frozen with the way he's said it and all of sudden he picked me up and carried me to his car.

»STOP! ARE YOU CRAZY? LET ME GO!«

He didn't mind what I said.

»OKAY, I'M SORRY, I SWEAR I WON'T CALL YOU STUPID AGAIN, JUST LET ME GO!« I screamed but nobody seemed to care about what was happening.. was what happening again. God damn that was so freaking god damn stupid I really felt how I deserved this all. This wasn't a sign from god. It was a huge punishment to make me realize that I should stop messing around, sit my ass down and be thankful for some things.

But seriously this was something stupid. He was seriously kidnaping me without hesitation. Nobody was doing something. I couldn't do something about it. fighting against him would've been unnecessary. I would have lost anyways. I started panicking because I didn't know what he wanted to do with me. Was he going to slice me into pieces and throw me away? Was he going to sell me or was he going to use and abuse me?

Why did I have to be the one who was in this position. Why couldn't I e the normal girl who was just staying home on Saturday nights?

He sat me down in his car, closed the door and locked it before I could stop him.. Then he got in the car too and locked the car completely. I still looked a him eyes widened. I was breathing really fast and my heart was racing. This wasn't going to be she nice adventure or something.. this was some real shit.. this was what we've been seeing on the new on the daily.

He drove before I could even try to escape. He was driving very fast so I fastened the seatbelt as fast as I could and tried to keep calm. I needed to figure out what was going on and what he was going to do..

"What are you doing...?"

The douchebag 2.0 didn't answer. I looked at him. At this moment I realized that he had a Rolex on his wrist.

Why wasn't I surprised? I mean the car, is clothes, the was he smelled -so good that I wanted to drown in him- and everything else about him like the confidence but that wasn't special for me since my fam had a lot of money too. But money can't buy everything. Like happiness or freedom.

Anyways. He was still driving very fast and it was dark. It was dangerous and obviously he wasn't aware of that. That stupid asshole.

"Can't you just slow down?" I tried not to scream but I was so nervous and terrified I just wanted him to stop. It was enough for him to scare me.. my voice was already shaking and I was ready to do anything to make him stop driving that fast..

"You're talking to much." he said and I leaned back. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I just imagined that I would be somewhere else. Maybe on a rollercoaster which was not going to crash into a wall or another rollercoaster..

"Let me go or drive me home."

I as seriously scared. I was at this point where I was ready to beg him to let me go. Either he just wanted to share me or he was really planning something..

"Pff b***h, do I look like a cab?" his eyes were fixed on the road. Luckily..

"I swear I'll open the door and jump."

I was so desperate and upset that I threatened him with another suicide attempt but unfortunately I forgot that he already locket the door when he got in the car as well.

"Try it." he said totally cool and unbothered. That bastard.

"You're a bastard!" I said what I thought but he just smirked. I couldn't imagine that he liked the idea of me calling him stupid.

"You're really Kidnapping me? ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I freaked totally out but he just laughed. What person would just take everything so easy? Wasn't he aware of what he was doing? What a creep. No matter what I said or asked he didn't answer or mind.

"At least tell me where we're going."

"You'll see."