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Vera

My father comes back with a wheelchair.

"Thank you." He smiles at me and I sit down.

"I'll roll you down to him," Hunter says and I nod.

I don't have time to argue.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that last night," I say finally breaking the silence.

It takes him a while to answer, "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" I start to pick at the skin next to my nails.

"Yeah, just never do that again." He sounds serious.

"I know."

We are a couple of doors down from his room.

I'm kinda scared. What if he can't forgive me?

I knock on the door and he opens it. He pulls me up to hug him and I hug him back.

"Hey Ver."  His eyes looked red like he's been crying.

"I'm sorry Alex, I really am."

"I'll leave you two alone, I'll be in my room." He saluted us like a soldier and left.

"Why would you do that?"

"I didn't mean-" I was so done with that stupid excuse, "I was angry and I hated myself."

"I get that Vera, I do. But you don't have to hurt yourself."

"Alright. Are we all good?" I said smiling at him while tilting my head to the side.

"No." He slammed the door in my face.

I gasp, "You little fucker!" I punch his door and leave a little hole.

"Fucking asshole." I scoff and leave to Hunter's room.

I knock on the door but it's already halfway open.

I roll my chair in and see him drinking. Drinking?

I blink my eyes to make sure I'm seeing this right, which I am.

"Why are you drinking this early?"

"Because I want to." He shrugs sitting at the edge of the window and drinking out of the bottle of bourbon.

I roll my eyes, "Can you at least share?" I say holding out my hand.

"No, you can't drink this stuff."

"Neither can you but here you are, drinking."

"I'm not talking about age, Vera." He rolled his eyes and took another swig.

Then I know what he's talking about, "Ugh, just because I just got out of my hospital bed?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, why else would Kai not give you his cigarette when you asked him?"

I'm so confused. "What do you mean?"

"I heard the whole conversation about taking it slow." He scoffed and looked at me like I'm crazy.

"What about it?"

"He's 21 Vee!"

"I know that!"

"So, why would you even be with him?"

"It's not even a big age gap." I roll my eyes and try to climb on his bed but fall out of the chair. My thighs rub against the carpet when I fall.

I scream in pain, "Fucking Bitch!" I see blood seep out of my stitches.