"What're you-" I started but was cut off when he started to drag me with him.

"It's enough. Let's go now." He replied, taking me with him.

I looked at him in confusion. "But-"

"Shut up and just come with me, will you!" He suddenly barked at me and I felt the anger rising in his voice.

Nevertheless, I put my hand over his hand clutching my wrist and tried to release myself from his grasp. But his fingers didn't budge one inch from his grip. I sighed loudly and tried again but due to the rain, my fingers were slipping over his knuckles while he continued to drag me with him.

"Let go of my hand, Heath! You've been treating me so roughly this whole night, do you even know that?!"

He stopped in the middle and turned towards me. "Why do you think I've been doing this in the first place?!"

I opened my mouth to speak but closed it seeing that arguing with him was not going to make anything right between both of us. But I still tried to free myself of his grasp and he tighetened his hold on me.

I could see my knuckles turning white because of the interruption of blood flow to my veins and I bit my lips to stop myself from wincing. "It hurts! Why do you keep on taking out your anger on me?! What did I do wrong-"

"It hurts, right?! That's how it's supposed to feel right here." He placed his palm over his heaving chest. "And that's how you should feel too!"

My brows furrowed at his words. "I don't understand! What's that supposed to mean-"

"Who told you to speak your thoughts out right there?! Do I look like a fool to you that I can't speak for myself?! Do you really have to make everything worse by spilling your sympathy for me, in front of her?!"

The word 'her' rolled out of his mouth like a venom coating the syllables and I wondered how much time it actually takes to hate someone you once used to love.

Or he still loved her, probably.

"I just wanted to ask her why she did to you!"

"I don't need your help! I can do that myself-"

"I wasn't helping you! She was my sister way before she was your fiancee and I just wanted to ask her some questions which had been bugging me all this time-"

"So you decided to disrespect me and went ahead to destroy my dignity only to satisfy your curiousity?!"

"I didn't do it out of curiousity, Heath! What the hell is wrong with you?! I was just taking your side there-"

"Like I said, I don't need your help! Not from someone, the likes of you, who happnes to be the sister of some illegal kind!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Look I know you've been hurt and I totally understand your feelings but she is my sister and I won't tolerate you speaking-"

"No you don't understand! That's the problem, Scarlett! That's the bloody fiasco! You think it as some family drama you've been seeing your whole life! Besides, why'd you understand it anyway?!" His eyes looked down on me in disdain. "My fault to blame you! It's not like you know anything about love besides what you read about rotten trashy fantasies in your gibberish romance novels!"

I glared at him. "Don't judge me without knowing me!"

"I don't have to know you to judge you, Scarlett. You're just so easy to read. Like an open book. I don't have to glance at you twice to understand what made you fucking sad or kinky-"

"Shut up! You don't know a fucking shit about me! I was a fool to think that people like you can have a heart! Like they say, rich will always be weak at emotions-"

"Just as poor will always have fetish for gossips! Is that why you started to get curious about my love life out there?! Is that why you took extreme pleasure in insulting my already bruised ego in front of her?!"

"Insulting your ego?! When did I... When did I..." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "You've gone mad! What's wrong with you?! What's gotten into you, Heath?!"

"What's wrong with me?! Are you asking me this?! Have you ever asked yourself what'd you do if the person you love is happy with someone else who's not you?! Have you?! No, Hazel. How could you ever ask yourself this question when you know you wouldn't survive a day of hell to see all that happening in front of you?!"

I couldn't take it anymore. With my free hand, I roughly grabbed his collar, and the few front buttons of the white fabric snapped loose and fell on the ground. I saw his eyes widen with surprise at my unexpected action. He left my wrist and I used it to now grab his collar with both of my hands, the tips of my fingers touching his bare neck.

"I told you to stop judging me when you don't know anything about me."

His frowned at my words and grabbed both of my arms instead, pushing me towards him. "I've known you for eight long years, Scarlett. Do you think it's possible to escape my notice about any of your potential lovers? Or boyfriends?" He shook his head and stared right into my eyes. "No. Because you didn't have any."

I laughed low as his face. "And you didn't wonder why I didn't have any, right? Because you thought I'm not a woman? Or I don't feel anything for a man? Or I can't ever feel anything for anyone?"

"I made you a woman you are right now, Hazel. Eight years ago, you weren't even sure where you would be in your future after you graduated from the college. You should be thankful to me-"

"Oh please, woman? You don't even treat me as one!"

"You shoudn't need to be treated like a woman to feel as one."

"Yeah? I should feel like a woman when you overwork my ass for 16 hours a day, making me clean after your mess including making me go to your house to announce how much you hate your family, your father, your mother, your sister, that's why you couldn't attend the family dinner your mother hosts in the hope that her son would one day realise how much his family actually loves him! Don't you even realize how much it actually takes it in me to say all that shit to your family in the most generous way as possible! I'm sure they hate me because of you now!"

"That's your job, Scarlett! You are my secretary-"

I tighetend my fingers around his collar. "That's what I'm trying to remind you. I'm your secretary! Your PA. Not your servant! The way you treat me, any other person would've left this job a long time ago-"

"I never told you to keep working for me anyway! You do this because you want it!"

"I do this because I have my reasons! Don't behave like you know me very well!" I glared at him and he put his hands around my fingers clutching his collar, pulling my fingers away from his shirt.

"You keep talking informally to me, it's getting on my nerves now!"

"You started it first-" I defended myself, clutching his collar tightly around my fingers.

"I think I've done the biggest mistake in my life by ever confiding you my secrets! I should've treated you like a poor sick soul of a servant you are! They say right, never try to keep the shoe you wear, on your head and I think I'm realizing the essence of that quote by now only!"

Damn, that hurt a little.

I didn't know what came on me but the hand clutching his collar, now collided with the side of his face with such an intensity we both stood still afterwards, not saying anything to each other. His face was slightly turned to his side, his cheek turning white from the prints of my fingers.

We stood staring at each other in the rain, his eyes widening as a whole, realizing the gravity of the situation while my hand was on my side, stinging like I was struck with lightening as I could feel my fingers shaking from what I just did.

Our chests were heaving heavily as the each breath we took was the reminder of the lingering hate we both had on our eyes for each other.

Or perhaps, his hatred was for Kiara who cheated on him with some rag he didn't see deserving of her than himself, who was willing to do anything for her.

While mine was for myself who hated herself for loving the person standing in front of me, the person like him who changed so much in just a year.