Yet another installment of "Captured by Aliens"

Blaise versus Haichelle

By Thelma Mary Caroline

Three Days Grace blared over the radio, and I turned it up still.

"I *HATE* EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU," it screamed.

"WHY DO I LOVE YOU?

"I *HATE* EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?"

"It's like our theme song," I muttered to Haichelle.  And it was true.  I hated her more than anyone else I had ever known.  And still, somehow, I loved her.  But she had chosen me, chosen to make my life Hell, and she'd known it from the moment she first choose me.

And I was going to make her life Hell for that, every chance I had.

Sure, I knew that she hated the song.  I knew that she hated loud music.  That was just too bad.

And why did I even stay with her anyway?  As though I had a choice.  I protected her from everyone and everything.  I took a lot of crap for it.  They beat me up and worse.

She came to me one night, crying for me to save her.  And I did, what else could I have done in the face of such misery?  Except that she never actually liked me, she never actually wanted to be with me.  I was just her get out of jail free card.

I'd make her pay for that.  Now, outside the watchful eyes, she would pay one hundred times worse that what I got.