Love In The Hatred
Letter In Box

Rossella I think I want to say your name, greet you and talk to you. But I'm too cowardly to do that. I am known as a bad boy who loved many women make me big head. Until I ignore a little taste that tickles the soul when I am near you.

I proudly accept whoever comes to my arms, to my lap, even to the top of my bed. Yep. No one can resist my charm, nothing I can't get and nothing can escape my grasp.

But the more days I felt empty, the more I realized I needed someone who could understand me, who was sincere with me without the frills of my family's big name and treasure.

I needed that figure but, I realized there wouldn't be a good woman who would accept a delinquent like me.

I still remember that day, when school came home and all the students were waiting in the school corridor hoping for rain to stop as soon as possible. But, not with the thick-eyed girl that had caught my attention, the girl kept walking through the rain, stretching out her hands and occasionally raising her head, closing her eyes as if to let the rain pour all over her body, his smile grew as if he was enjoying the rain during the day.

Cute girl with thick eyes, always braid two on the head, has a birthmark on the cheek and always bowing my head when I see it was successful in making my heart pound. I secretly watched her from afar, I secretly stole the sight of the girl focusing too much on anything she was in, I silently mentioned her name without anyone listening, I secretly want that girl to be mine. Rossella to me she's too beautiful, too pretty, too perfect for me to have. Her innocence and personality were so wrapped up that no speck of stain could damage her and Rossella was too impossible for me to embrace.

Without me noticing this foot stepped forward to approach him, letting the rain water drench all over his body and the backpack that was still hanging on my back. All because I wanted to see Rossella up close. I ignored the people calling my name, I kept stepping and stopping right in front of you and when that little girl opened her eyes and was surprised to see me.

"Bas with the little boy." Ah, I cursed myself, why would I say that? Why do I sound like I'm mocking him?

This cute girl just kept quiet and lowered her head. I reviewed the smile watching him, he was like a cute bunny boy, wanting to feel like I was taking him away from here. Rossella I seem to like you.

"Mark, you could be sick. Come with me!" Olivia came to distract me, the girl was protecting me with the umbrella she was carrying, while her hands were coiled around my arms. Always like this, Olivia's presence made me less and more convinced that I was the most brengs*k student ever and I'm sure Rossella thought the same. There was no way a plain girl like her would want to get close to me.

"Let's go home!" Olivia pulled me away and pushed me away from the little girl.

Days passed and nothing changed from me. Why is it that the more I get curious about him and I get angry because he doesn't see me in the least.

Am I being that disgusting for him?

Ever something when. The basketball bolla I threw rolled at her feet, I purposely did it just to see her response. He smiled and returned the ball to me.

"It's yours, Mark!"

His soft voice called my name. I received the ball for me to tell me no one can hold the touch of his hand but me. After that day the little girl often greeted me, often smiling at me until I felt she liked me. Could it be that he likes brengs*k students like me?

I still watched him in silence, photographed him without anyone knowing, kept his pictures in the cell phone gallery and the walls of my room. Rossella was the most accomplished student in the school, every teacher always praised her and made me believe that I didn't deserve to be around her. I'm afraid my presence is ruining his good image at school.

It didn't feel like three years were about to pass, no matter how many women gave themselves and their bodies to me. But, only that cute girl is keeping herself from me. Big questions also arise. Has Rossella never been the least bit interested in me? Thinking about this insulted me.

Crazy bets were made from several friends including Olivia. They made the little girl his target.

"How do you wanna bet, Mark? I heard the cupu is still sealed. I'm sure I'm the first one to take away her honor!"

"Don't bother him!" I don't agree with this ridiculous bet.

"Why? You like that little girl?" Olivia chimed in. "That little girl can't possibly like you, Mark. Glancing at you never what else sleeps with you?"

My heart was hot to hear it, I stared at everyone at the Villa that night.

"I accept this bet. No one can resist Mark! I'm gonna throw a party to set him up. I'll kiss that girl in front of you all! That night I'll make her mine!"

Until that night, I was pounding waiting for Rossella's arrival. Until his presence shook my heart. The cupu looked beautiful, she looked more graceful than usual. I'm fascinated to see it.

I don't want to waste time, I don't want anyone else touching and bothering you. I must make you mine so that no one will dare to mock, humiliate and take you away from me.

I felt like I was the happiest man when that little girl didn't reject me. To the point that I couldn't help but kiss her lips.

Perfect, how soft and sweet it felt to make me forget myself and not want to let go, I cherish*pi, ******* every surface up to the cavity of his lips.

That night I told her I loved her. That night we officially became lovers and I didn't want to lose it.

My parents had planned to send me abroad for a long period of time until I graduated from college. But what about Rossella?

I have no choice but to make you all mine, mine as soon as possible, I want to unite with you so that you remain mine. However, this cute girl rejected me. Moreover he knew about that bet. I'm angry, I'm disappointed and I don't accept it until I call and force it.

I who brengs*k forget that Rossella is a different woman from other women. But the devil in me kept forcing me to take away her chastity that night. I don't care about her fears and tears. One thing I didn't expect was. Rossella fought back and hit me on the head with a blunt object. I fell and could do nothing but surrender to see Rossella leave me.