"Respect my ass." he looked at me. "Who is he?"
"Chill, Hunter." I said his name, because I know he likes it. "He's just a friend. he's new here. And get used to him, because he's turning into my new best friend soon. Well, at least I think he is." I said and Dylan smiled.
Hunter didn't say anything. Instead, he sat down next to me and gave me a look. "Why are you skipping class?"
"I thought it was something normal for you." I frowned and he nodded.
"For me that is normal, but not for you." he said. "So, you better tell me what's going on."
I sighed and looked at my lap, then back at Hunter. "It's Alyssa." I said.
"What did she do?" he raised his eyebrows at me.
"Thank God, I thought his expression always stays that scary and creepy." Dylan said and I laughed.
"That's what I thought too!" I said and Hunter glared at both of us, shutting us up.
"My answer." he said and I cleared my throat.
"Alyssa told Tony about us meeting. That's why he always knew everything." I said and I could see anger building up in Hunter's eyes.
Yep, I'm going to have to calm down The Devil now.
"Oh my God. Is she always like this?" Dylan groaned as our History teacher spoke.
I chuckled. "Yes, get ready to get tortured by this for the rest of the school year." I smiled sarcastically and Dylan groaned, resting his head on the table.
"I don't want this." he clenched his jaw and I looked at Hunter.
He was doing his best not to laugh and that made me giggle.
"Stupid teenage girls these days." my teacher said. "They go all crazy when they see a guy with a lot of money. It's exactly like my neighbor's son. I mean, I don't eavesdrop or something, but his own mother told me. The guy has his own house, so whenever he walks down the streets, shorts start getting shorter and the cleavage show gets greater." she looked at everyone and most of the students were laughing, including me.
She really was impossible. She keeps talking about useless stuff, and doesn't even continue with the lessons. I have no idea how she has this habit. I sighed and rested my head on Hunter's shoulder. The class was divided in groups and each group contained four tables. Since Hunter was sitting at this table, only Dylan and I sat here and the rest was just too scared.
Dylan looked at me and huffed. "I want to get out of here."
"No fucking shit." Hunter said and I chuckled. Even Dylan chuckled.
I have a feeling that Hunter and Dylan are going to be just fine.
"That Dylan guy is cool." Hunter said as he drove us home.
"Finally! you like one of my friends." I said and Hunter chuckled.
"Yes." he took my hand in his. "But do remember, you're mine." Hunter said and I chuckled.
"Yes, Hunter. I'm yours." I said and he nodded.
I love how he actually does smile around me. I looked out the window, my hand still in his. Suddenly this question popped into my head. I knew he was lying that day, and today I will find out the truth.
"Hunter..." I looked at him.
"Hmm?" he hummed.
"I'm going to ask you something, and promise me you will tell me the truth." I pointed at him with my index finger.
He looked at me for a few seconds, before looking at the road again. "Okay, promise."
"Hunter, I know you were lying that day. What did the doctor really say about Blaze?" I asked and he looked at me.
He pulled over and stopped the car. He stared at me, hoping that I would drop it, but my look clearly told him that that was really not going to happen. He sighed and I noticed his jaw clench and his body tense up.
"The doctor said that Blaze has just a few months left. Maximum four." he said, and I felt the whole world freeze.
Chapter Thirteen
“Leave me alone!” I cried as I hid in the corner of the bedroom.
Tears streamed down my face, my heart was pounding like crazy, and the wound on my arm had blood dripping out of it.
“Please, let me take care of you...” he slowly walked towards me. “I need to clean your wound.”
I could feel the blood rushing through my head and my body was heating up as well. Even though I was so used to the pain, it still felt unbearable in way. I could feel my body shaking; not from the pain, but from the fear that was taking over my body. I think anyone would feel this way the moment they realize they were about to die.
Hunter slowly made his way towards me and rested his hand on my head. I anxiously looked at him, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around me, whispering soothing words in my ear. I didn’t realize when he picked me up and placed me on the couch. The wound was bad, but not deadly. I was so lost in my thoughts that it took the burning sensation to pull me out of my thoughts. I looked down and saw Hunter cleaning up my wounds. As he cleaned my wound, I thought back to what happened earlier.
Hunter and I had just arrived at home. I was still devastated about him telling me about Blaze. I still couldn't believe it. I have no idea how Hunter has been coping with all this. Blaze is Hunter's world. How was he going to make it without her? If Hunter is already like this with her in his life, how much worse will he get when she leaves? She can't just die!
Hunter was silent for the whole ride. He just didn't say anything. Somewhere I felt guilty for bringing it up. I shouldn't have asked him, but then again, if I hadn't asked him, then I would never find out. I feel really bad for them. I chuckled as I thought about how fucked up the teenage life can be. There are people who have never known what depression is, and I hope that those people never find out. Depression is just something that slowly sucks all the life out of you.
Blaze and Hunter had a fucked up teenage life too, since they're both eighteen now. Hunter can still make something. He can still become something. Will I ever be able to become someone? To be honest, I don't know the answer to that. I just wish that I was one of those people who can get over shit easily. Dreams of Tony torturing me still haunt me at night. Hunter does not know, and I am lucky I don't scream or cry in my sleep.
I rested my head on his shoulder as we sat down on the couch. Everything was silent. The room was silent, the house was silent, the street was silent. The only things going through our heads was the fact that we didn’t have enough time with Blaze anymore. We were already losing her and there was no way we could get out of this.
There was no way of saving her anymore.
“We could give her the time of her life, you know.” I said, breaking this excruciating silence.
Hunter was silent for a few seconds. “I know, but we can’t take her out of the hospital or anything.”
Defeated, I looked down at my hands resting on my belly. “I wish I could do something to make you feel better...”
“That makes two of us.”
“What do you mean?” I frowned.
“I wish I could make you feel better too. You think I don’t know about your past still haunting you? About you having these nightmares? I know everything and yet I feel like I can’t do anything.” he sighed. “I know you still die a little on the inside every day.”
I didn’t say anything, because he was right. I wasn’t going to act all surprised and wonder how he knew everything. I wasn’t okay. And honestly, I don’t think I’m going to be okay for a while now.
“At least I have you before I die completely.” I smiled at my cheesiness.
“You shouldn’t get close to me. You’ll end up getting hurt.”
“Hunter, you’re the one who pulled me close to you. Besides, who cares? These few days that I’ve been with you have been the best few days of my entire life. I’ve never been this happy before.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, loud bangs pierced through the house. I frowned, but even if I was confused, Hunter maintained his calm posture and walked to the door as if the bangs weren’t getting louder and louder by the second.
I watched him peek outside and he tried to remain calm, bu
t I could see the panic in his eyes. He suddenly started making these weird hand gestures and it took me a while to understand that he was telling me to hide. I jumped off the couch and ran to the kitchen where I hid under the table. The table was against the wall and it would be impossible to see me unless you enter the kitchen.
“What are you guys doing here?” I heard Hunter’s annoyed voice.
The atmosphere suddenly felt thicker. I felt scared.
“Zachariah sent us. You’re coming with us, pretty boy.”
“You can go fuck yourself, Eric.”
I was so confused, but that soon turned into fear when I saw a pair of feet enter the kitchen. I covered my mouth, trying not to make any noise. I pushed further to the back, chanting anything and everything in the hopes that this person doesn’t see me hiding here. But alas, the chanting didn’t help. Before I could think, this ugly man’s face appears in front of me. I shriek escapes my mouth as he roughly grabs me by the arm and drags me to the living room. I hear Hunter say my name and that’s when I went in full panic mode.
“Hunter... What’s going on?”
“It’s a pretty little thing you have here, Hunter.” the guy smirked at me nastily. “imagine how much money Zachariah could make off of her, if you know what I mean.”
Hunter tried to make a move for it, but froze the moment he noticed the knife against my neck.
“You let her go,” he glared.
That only made the man laugh. “You owe Zachariah, Hunter. You stopped working for us, no problem. But you know it becomes a problem when Zachariah doesn’t get back his money.”
Hunter’s jaw clenched. I felt him press the knife harder against my neck, which only made my eyes grow wider. But It was as if everything took a split second. Hunter grabbed the gun out of one of the guy’s hands and shot the man straight in his knee. All he could cause was this deep cut on my shoulder before I ran and hid behind Hunter, crying in panic.
Hunter pointed the gun at the men, they didn’t fire back because perhaps this Zachariah guy wanted him alive. Instead they got the man, helped him up as he screamed in pain.
“We’ll go now, Hunter. But don’t forget. Zachariah will get you.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Who was that? Who were these people? Who’s Zachariah?” I shot all these questions at Hunter.
Normally I would mind my own business, but I was literally almost killed, so technically I am minding my own business.
Hunter sighed, knowing he had to tell me. “Have you ever heard of Zachariah Anton?”
I stared at him. I think I did hear that name before, but I wasn't sure. I have no idea how I always end up injured so bad, that I almost die. I waited for Hunter to speak, but he got up and started calling someone. I stared at the ceiling. I was still on the couch, in just my bra and the shorts that I was wearing. I wanted to put on my tank top, but I somehow felt numb. I hate feeling like this.
I feel so weak and pathetic.
I kind of wanted to know who Zachariah Anton is. Even his name sends a shiver down my spine, giving me the chills. I could hear Hunter's voice, but I couldn't understand a word he was saying. I sighed. I wanted to know what all of this was about. Was Hunter in some sort of trouble? What did he do to get men to just walk up in his house and start something as deadly as this. Anything could have happened today.
"Yeah, thanks," Hunter said as he walked over to me.
He carelessly threw his phone on the coffee table and looked down at me. He shook his head and helped me sit up. I felt rather dizzy. I was surprised I didn't faint yet, or didn't die.
"Hunter," I looked at him again. "Who is he?"
Hunter just froze and stared at me. It felt as if he were scanning me, wondering if it would be a good idea to tell me everything. Honestly, I didn't even know if it would be a good idea for him to tell me. I don't know if he actually did trust me that much. But then again, I could have died, so I needed some sort of explanation. Hunter sat down next to me on the couch and took a cigarette from the table, lighting it up with his lighter.
"He's head of a mafia gang." he said and my eyes grew wide.
He placed the cigarette between his lips and looked at me, waiting for an answer. "What does the mafia want from you, Hunter?"
"He wants me back." he said as the smoke floated out of his mouth.
Hunter was part of a mafia gang?
"What?" I finally managed to say. I have no idea why I was so shocked about this.
"I was Zachariah's right hand. I was the best he could ever have." he said.
"Hunter..." I breathed out. "I- I don't know what to say. You're just eighteen! Heck, you were a teen!" I said. The shock was clearly to be heard by the sound of my voice.
He stared at me. "I don't know what you'll do when you hear the rest of the story." he inhaled the toxic chemical.
This actually does get worse. The look on his face was completely serious. There was no hint of playfulness, there was no smirk, no smile; nothing. Just his eyes that just blankly staring at me. I wanted to know what happened. I wanted to know why all of this was happening. I blinked and pursed my lips.
"I want to know." I said.
Did I really want to know?
Hunter just stared at me. "I know." he placed the cigarette in the ashtray. "But I can't tell you right now. You'll find out some other day. You need to rest now. You lost a lot of blood and you're probably in a state of shock." he said and got up from the couch.
I didn't say anything. I just stared at him as I nervously played with my fingers. To be honest, I don't think that I wanted to know any of this at all. I was scared that I was going to start thinking differently about Hunter. I didn't want all of this to be bad. I was actually starting to like Hunter more than I used to, and I don't want that to change. Hunter is an important part of my life now. Basically, my whole story revolves around him now. He's all that matters for me.
Well, and Blaze of course.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." he said and picked me up bridal style.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as I stared at him while he walked towards the bedroom. I finally removed my gaze from him and rested my head on his chest. I felt Hunter pull me a bit closer, and honestly, that confused me bit. I decided not to say anything about it and just closed my eyes for a few seconds. I heard the bedroom door open and then close again after a few seconds, causing me to open my eyes.
Hunter walked over to the bed and carefully placed me on the left side. After making sure that I was comfortable, he crawled over to the right side and lay down next to me, staring at me as I stared at the ceiling.
I finally managed to make myself move and I turned my head towards Hunter. I snuggled up closer to Hunter and he wrapped his arms around me while I rested my head on his chest. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to say something, but the words just wouldn't leave my mouth. I snuggled even closer and I heard Hunter chuckle, making me smile. I really liked staying like this. Being in Hunter his arms made me feel safe. Who knew the bad boy would turn out to be like this?
I hugged Dylan when I reached his table in the cafeteria.
"Hunter," they both nodded at each other and I rolled my eyes.
We sat down and I placed my bag on the table, wincing when the wound started hurting. Hunter looked at me worried as well as Dylan.
"Are you okay?" Dylan asked and I nodded.
"Yeah, I just bumped into the door frame yesterday." I said, avoiding eye contact with Hunter for some reason. Obviously, that was a big lie.
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