All about Ginny

2

Hunter's pov

Just before lunch, I wanted to do some homework but my plans were interrupted by the police knocking at our door.

I place my foot on the first step of the stairs when I hear someone knock at the door. I look over my shoulder to see my dad walking towards the door to open it.

"What can I do for you ladies?" I hear my dad ask the two female cops at our front door. I am surprised that the cops are here. What could they be here for?

"Hello sir, we would like to talk with your son Hunter for a moment if that is okay with you." The blond one with glasses asks.

"What for?"

"We would like to ask him some questions about a friend of his," The other one with dark hair explains

"Okay sure, come in," My dad responds and steps aside to let the cops pass.

As he steps aside he turns his head to the stairs and sees that I am already standing there on the first few steps.

"Oh Hunter, you're still here. Can you come sit with these two lovely ladies," He says gesturing to them by lifting his arm.

"Why?" I ask, even though I already heard why.

"They would like to ask you some questions."

Without saying anything to that I silently walk over to the diner table, following my dad and the two cops. The two women sit next to each other and my dad in front of the blond one. And I go and sit next to my dad, in front of the one with dark hair.

...

My head is full of questions. When the two cops explained why they had to ask questions I realized why she didn't respond to my text. Because she was gone. Just thinking about the fact that she is missing makes my head spin.

Why? Why did she just leave? Why did she leave everything behind? I try to find an answer to all those questions. After a few minutes of thinking my thoughts go to one person, one person that can be a reason for her actions.

Without hesitation, I get up from my bed and go down the stairs. My dad is sitting on the couch and turns his head in my direction. He raises a brow at my sudden rush.

Standing in the hallway I start putting my shoes on.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"I just have to go do something, nothing to worry about."

Before he can say something back I open the door, step outside and close the door behind me. I go down the three steps and turn onto the sidewalk.

I need to go and tell that bastard that this is all his fault, in his face. He needs to know what he did, what the results of his actions are. Ginny was doing good, our relationship was going well. But of course, he was there to screw it up, screw our relationship up, and let Ginny feel bad to the point she is now gone. He made her feel bad. It is all because of him.

I start walking faster, with my hands in fists next to my body out of anger. I don't even feel how cold it is outside. I should have put a coat or sweater on but I don't care about that right now. Now I want to get to his house as fast as possible.

While I am walking down the street I was contemplating whether or not I would just go straight to the point.

"You are the reason Ginny left!"

Or I could ask it as a question first. That way he can realize what he did on his own.

"Do you realize what you did?!"