Nameless // h.s. au

Chapter Twenty Three

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Chapter Twenty Three

*Hunter*

"You did this to her!"

"Lower your voice Zayn."

"You did this, you and that fucking husband of yours messed her up so bad she almost left me, left us! So no ma'am with all do respect I will not lower my voice."

Beep...Beep...Beep.

"She's your child and you didn't even pay attention long enough to realize that he was touching her, molesting her."

"She-she told you..."

"Of course she told me. She loves me. And I am in love with her but I am sickened at the fact that her own mother would do this to her."

"How dare you say that-,"

"No- how dare you. You almost took her from me. Your daughter almost died and that is on you."

"Get out!"

Silence.

"Did you hear me? Get out before I call security Mr. Malik."

Beep...Beep...Beep.

"Hunter I need you to wake up."

Beep...Beep...Beep.

"We can go far away. I'll take you to New York just like you always talked about. We can be happy and free. I have some- some friends there that we can stay with. You'll like them. Niall's kind of loud but you'll like him anyway. I just- I need you to wake up Hunter because I- I love you and we can be happy. I promise I'll make you happy."

Beep...Beep...Beep.

"And I'll never leave you Hunter. I promise."

Beep...Beep...

*

Covers off. T-shirt on. Feet padding. Glass of water. Tears start. Tears end. Back to bed. Kiss on the cheek. Sleep that never comes quite the same again.

I sit on the edge of the bed and twist my hands in my lap.

"Can't sleep?"

"Nope."

"It's gonna be okay babe."

Green eyes peer at me sideways, his curls are sprawled out on the pillow his head is crushed into and his lips are pouted.

"I promise." He wears a tired smile as his eye lids droop. It's barely five in the morning and the sun is only peeking through the windows, rolling its eyes that the crazy girl with the hot boyfriend sleeping in her bed whilst she dreams of her fucked up past.

I force a smile on my chapped lips and lean down to push my lips against his.

"Come here." His morning voice is gravely and yet soothing as I crawl under the covers and lay my head down on the pillow, my forehead two inches from his. Green eyes close as he wraps his arm around my torso.

"I'm sorry." My voice cracks midway through 'sorry' as I whisper the words.

"Baby," He pauses to sigh, eyes still closed, "Everyone has their past."

Flecks of memories run across the insides of my eyelids as I turn to stare up at the ceiling. Hazel eyes and black hair and MCR songs that skip in the same spot and dark nights and rough hands and mornings when Lillian was a baby and mom wasn't dying but I didn't want her to either.