Brave

No Rest for the Wicked

|Hunter's P O V|
I sit down at my desk, trying to catch up on all the homework I've missed.
My mom bursts through the door,
"Hunter..."
I look back, "Yeah mom?"
"Your dad, he's dead."
I look back at my homework, "I have to finish my math mom, can you go?" I manage to say, not breaking.
My mom nods with tears in her bright blue eyes, "I get it sweetie. He was a wicked man. Finish your homework. We can talk later."
She shuts the door and walks out.
I don't know what to think of this honestly, I can't tell if I'm happy or...
He was my dad for so long, I loved him so much, as a young kid I had so many good memories with him....
But he turned into a monster, he put me through emotional and physical hell, he stopped caring about me...
He hated me for who I was.
He hated me for what I couldn't change...
Does he really deserve my attention, does he really deserve for me to care that he's gone?
After what he did to me... I need to put him behind me. He's dead, what should I care?
I put down my pen, even though I don't care, I need to be there for my mom.
I head downstairs, my mom filling out paperwork at the kitchen table.
"I'm so sorry mom..." I say, feeling somewhat responsible for this.
"It's not your fault sweetie." she softly admits, not removing her eyes from the paperwork, "He clearly had a lot of problems, and I mean, karma was bound to catch up to him. The heart attack was pure karma, he got what he deserved."
I frown, "Yeah, I guess."
My mom closes her laptop,
"Look, I think we should move back to New York..." My mom announces, making my eyes light up, "Really?" I ask excitedly.
"Well, there's no reason to stay here. Plus I have a job waiting for me there. So, get packing." my mom smiles, gesturing to the stairs.
I hug her, "Thank you so so much mom. When are we leaving for New York?" I ask.
"Tomorrow." she answers.
I practically sprint upstairs to pack my belongings, I'm finally going back home... even if it is without my dad.
I get some phone calls, some messages giving their condolences for the loss of my dad. None of them sounded unhappy about his death, I mean I'm not either, he was awful. But it's weird seeing how many people we both knew actually hated my dad as well.
I leave behind the old photos with him, ripping each one in half, well the childhood ones at least. We didn't take any after I turned eleven. That's when things started to get weird, life just wasn't so simple anymore.
Maybe things will start to go back to being simple, it'll be just me and my mom in New York, I'll be with my best friends and boyfriend. Maybe things are really starting to look up for me.

|Michelle's P O V|
I hear a knock on the front door of my mom's new house, so naturally I go to answer it.
I see Hunter standing at my doorway, this is the first time I've seen him genuinely smile in a really long time.
He hugs me, "I'll see you when you get back to New York."
I laugh, "What do you mean...?"
He steps back from the hug and smiles even wider, "My mom and I are moving back to New York for good."
I bite my lip, "That's amazing, really. I'm so glad you're happy. I'll see you there okay?"
Hunter nods and hugs me once more, his mom honking from the car, "See you there." he says, closing the door.
I sigh, I'm glad things are going well for Hunter and all... but now my life seems to be getting worse.
My parents divorce is still really getting to me, I find myself crying once an hour nowadays.
I know I'm missing so much dance, I mean I'm bound to be an alternate.
I was Miss Nationals soloist, I had everything, everything was perfect in both my dance and home life.
This past month has been hard on everybody, so much has changed in so little time.
From Emily breaking her ankle to Hunters attempted suicide and my parents getting divorced, none of us have had it easy.
But now things are clearing up for them, and I feel like things are just getting worse for myself.
I really want to see Emily right now, more than anything. I want to see her, my friends, my team, and my dad.
I feel so alone here.