Rachel Vincent Quotes about Hate

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me. You'd rather wear mine? Nash scowled.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

Dad, Hate, Clothes

Rachel Vincent (2012). “Before I Wake”, p.86, Harlequin

Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.

Rachel Vincent

Hurt, Sorry, Hate