The Kite Runner: A Short Story

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What would you do if I hit you with this?” Amir said. He was tossing the red pomegranate in his right hand. I said nothing, I really loved Amir agha, But I don’t think he loved me I knew for certain he felt guilty about seeing Assef and I. I knew the pain he carried was something to be dealt with. I didn’t say anything. I just stared into Amir’s empty eyes. I felt weak, I really didn’t want to fight with Amir, but I let him have his way. I gripped the pages from the story Amir promised to read to me. I really wish that Amir didn’t do this. He always does this. I couldn’t answer because I knew what he had done. “What would you do” he repeated. Again I said nothing. Without any warning. a ball of fruit paint exploded on my chest soaking me. I screamed in shock and pain, as my body hit the ground. the red seeds attached to my shirt flowed down and fell to my feet. But I did nothing. I was in awe but at the same time, I expected it. …show more content…

I looked at the red stain that shun as if it were a spotlight where on my chest, marking where my heart was, and looked back at Hassan, confused. Why did Amir agha want me to hit him, didn’t he know how much I cared about him? “Get up! Hit me!” He said. I followed his order, and looked at him, in distraught. Before a next thought could even cross my mind, Amir threw another pomegranate, this time, it hit my shoulder, and the juices splashed on my face. “Hit me back, hit me back goddamn you”*

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