the secret past of Hunter Wellers

The long drive

for most of my life I was in and out of the foster system. I do not know how old I was when cops found me by myself it I had to be no more than 7 or 8. I have been in a lot of foster homes 13 by my account. the Weller's are a family I will never forget.

I was 16 when I first met the Weller's. the Wellers had come into the foster care to hand pick a kid they wanted to adopt. I assumed they would get one of the younger kids rather than some 16 year old who was in the corner with his hood up trying to hide from the world. the head mistress she is the one who ran the foster care, she had walked up to me to inform me that the Wellers had picked me and that I should go pack my bag to get ready to leave with them. my bag was nothing special it was an old military sack I don't know where I got it from. I packed my clothes(what little I had) than a few pictures I took as a young boy.

as I was packing I over heard the Wellers talking to the head mistress "are there any problems that we should be aware of before we take him in" Mrs. Weller had asked the head mistress 

"well the only thing I can say is that he was very little when the cops found him he was wondering around in the woods with ripped clothing. it looked like he had been walking for days" the head mistress explained

"oh do you know what happened to him" Mr. Weller asked 

"he does not talk about it in fact he does not talk very much at all about his past or where he came from. he would not even tell us his name and to be honest I am not sure if he had one so we called him Hunter and he responds to that name"

"is he a trouble maker" Mrs. Weller softly asked

"no he is just in his own head a lot but i think getting him out of here will help with that" the head mistress tried to explain. That is when I poked my head around the corner and they saw me observing the situation. I threw my sack over my shoulder and walked over to Mr. and Mrs. Weller. at this point I had my jacket off so they saw more of what I looked like. 

"woah how did you get that" Mr. Weller asked me as he pointed to a long scar on my arm. I looked down at the scar and than hid it with my other hand.

"Hunter has a lot of scars we don't know where he got them when we found him he had most of the scars. I admit he has a few new ones from playing a bit rough with the other kids when he was young but he is straight and narrow now isn't that right Hunter" the head mistress said while looking down at me. I gave a nod to imply that I agreed with her.

"ha you and Sarah are gonna get along well" Mrs. Weller explained. I looked at her with confusion and than she said "oh yeah we have 2 other kid there is Sarah she is the same age as you and she is secretive as well and than there is Luke he is our youngest only 7 years old". I than got a strange image in my head of a little girl laughing, but she was not laughing in joy in fact the laugh almost seemed forceful.

"Hunter...earth to Hunter" the head mistress said as she waved her hand in my face. "im sorry he zones out a lot like that, we are not sure what triggers it yet. just one of the many interesting mysteries that make him so unique"

Mr. Weller looked at me with a smile and than asked "so are you ready to go champ. We got a long ride ahead of us" he tried to rest his hand on my shoulder. I jumped back so he could not touch me.

"yeah he is not a fan of being touched" the head mistress explained 

"ok fair enough personal boundaries I can respect that" Mr. Weller explained.

We walked out the doors and to the car. Mrs Weller had opened the trunk so I could put my bag in the back. once I did that I  walked over the car " how long is the drive" I asked 

Mr. and Mrs. Weller looked shocked because I spoke. "its about an hour and a half drive" Mrs. Weller told me and after that I got into the car and sat down trying to prepare myself for the long car ride ahead.

"so I hear that you are not much of a talker" Mr.Weller explained to me as I was looking out the window "is there a reason for that" he asked.

"its better that way sir" I said 

"there is no need to call me sir the name is Frank but if sir works for you than I suppose that's ok" Frank explained 
I smiled and said " ok...Frank" while looking out the window and watching the trees pass by.

Frank was tall and masculine he had dark brown hair that was cut very short and he wore a collar shirt and kept it straight. Mrs. Weller she had a faded red hair that was long and went to her shoulders. she was wearing a blue dress it looked very formal. after examining them I turned my head and focused on the road in hope I could pass the time that way. it was only a matter of time before I zoned out again but this time I saw a large crowd around a strange stone. I felt like it was important somehow.

"so Hunter are you hungry, we know a lovely place that serves the best pizza" Mrs. Weller tried to break the silence 

"no thank you. I don't exactly enjoy pizza" I explained to her as I was looking out the window 

"ok well we need to stop for gas so if you want anything at all let us know ok" Mr. Weller had said to me as we pulled into a gas station

"just a water would be nice"

"water it is" Mr. Weller said in a deep voice to try and be funny 

I got out of the car to stretch my legs while they went in the store to get drinks and snacks for the road. the gas station looked old, there was rust all around the building only 2 pumps were available. the air was quiet no birds, no car sounds, nothing. it gave me an upset feeling in my stomach. their were a large stretch of woods behind the gas station. when I had noticed the woods I felt sick to my stomach, that is when another image flashed in my head of me being a little kid running in the woods I could hear people yelling something in the distance. before I could get anymore Mr. Weller   waved his hand in front of me and snapped me out of it.

"where do you go when that happens" Mr. Weller asked

"I....I think...never mind" I muttered

"you can tell me you don't have to but I myself grew up with a complex family you know" Mr. Weller reassured me 

"I think they are memories from before the foster home" I said while reflecting on what I saw

"hmm...well then your mind wants you to remember something you should try and figure out what it is your mind wants you to remember" Mr. Weller said to me while handing me my water 

"what if I don't want to remember " I said to myself as I walked around the car to get back in it