Page 50 of His Untoward Hate

Jude grabbed his wrist firmly, pulling him away from the unconscious driver. He tried to drag him to the side of the road, but Sky jerked his hand free.

“What the hell came into your fucking mind, why you fucking did that?! What if that truck hit you!” Sky raised his voice and scolded him.

Sky’s anger was almost making him cry.

Jude did not utter a word, but just lowered his head.

“Are you fucking insane, Jude? Answer me! What came into your fucking mind? Why the hell did you fucking do that!”

“Why do you care?!” Jude yelled back, and that briefly halted Sky. “Why do you care now, huh? Isn’t this what you fucking want?”

Sky was not used to him cursing in front of his face. He had never seen him this devastated either.

“Isn’t this what you want? You want me dead!”

“Don’t say that,” Sky said in a low growl.

“Don’t fucking deny it,” Jude replied quickly. “And you can’t just attack people all you want. You even almost killed that driver. He didn’t do anything!” he reprimanded, getting incandescent.

“Don’t try to fucking lecture me. It’s your fucking fault,” Sky retorted and threw a glare at him.

Jude fought his deadly, bloodshot eyes.

“I’m aware. It’s all my fault, but you can just let them be.”

“You can’t just let people fucking go after what they have done!”

“I was very used to it, remember? You made me learn that the hard way,” he looked at Sky with eyes of contempt. “And why are you always getting in my way?”

“Then who fucking else?!” Sky felt so stupid for asking him that.

There was a brief, awkward air that fanned their faces.

He snorted in disbelief.

“I don’t fucking need you…” He cursed.

What Jude said sent a pang through his chest. And he did not like Jude cursing. He just did not like it.

“Even if you’re the last person here on Earth alive, I won’t seek your help. I don’t need anyone. I don’t need someone else. I don’t definitely need you.”

Sky looked him directly in the eyes with his glasses already on. It hurt so much hearing those words from him. It was all foreign to Sky. Even then, he fought the urge not to get swayed by his emotions.

“And why are you here, by the way? Were you following me?” asked Jude.

“If it weren’t because of me, you’d be lying lifeless on that road right now.” Sky snorted.

“Isn’t that what you want again?” he asked, catching Sky off guard.

Sky met his gaze, trying to resist the intensity of his piercing stare, only to see clear hurt and pain reflected there.

“I told you not to say that,” Sky repeated, barely holding back his temper.

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to happen anyway.” Jude broke his eyes at him and wiped the tears that fell on his cheeks. “I saw the truck coming, and I should be dead right now.” he lowered his head and cried again.

So, he intended that to happen.

“But then you came out of nowhere. Why did you stop me, huh? I want this fucking life to end. I can’t take this anymore,” his voice cracked. “It hurts so much in here,” he pointed to his chest and cried hard. “You don’t know how much I suffered every day in this life, Sky.”