As far as first impressions had gone, Hunter had seen me at my worst. Scraggly red hair all over the place, and brown eyes worn and slightly bloodshot. My jeans had seen better days with a few holes here and there, enough to pass them off as ripped jeans. As for my white shirt, it was covered in drool, stains, and a small yellowish mark on the hem that had me wondering if it was oatmeal or snot. Maybe both.
I sighed before stripping, showering, and thanking the world for great water pressure and shampoo before I stepped out and wrapped myself in one of the softest, fluffiest towels. Talk about luxury.
I used one of the two toothbrushes in the pot on the edge of the sink and cleaned my teeth, something I hadn’t had the chance to do before Hunter had come storming into my house. Considering one was a green dinosaur toothbrush, I figured Hunter must have had his friends collect some things for us after his spontaneous decision to move us in with him. I saw the second he had decided it, though I wasn’t sure how he had spent so long tracking me, only to figure out living arrangements then.
It was probably kidnapper number two, who I had seen dropping off the truck for Hunter. He had nice hair.
I yawned, figuring that debating the niceness of my kidnapper’s hair wasn’t the best solution to my exhaustion. So, I went for the cliché option of going to bed, not caring that it was ten a.m. I didn’t want to wake up for a long time. Though, I wouldn’t mind waking up in Denver and realizing this had all been a bad dream. I would rather wake up back on that fateful night next to Noble, kiss his head, and never tell him about Adair. Maybe then he would never have left the world hating me.
With that thought lingering in the back of my mind, I snuggled into the queen-sized bed next to Adair and wrapped him up in my arms, giving him a kiss then turning away before he could kick me in the stomach like always.
Silence descended on my thoughts, and I let the darkness take me away.
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