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Chapter 16: Time to face the truth,bitch

Third person's pov from now on;

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE" Hunter cried out in pain after smashing his fist into the wall. It left a hole hut somehow it wasn't as dented or as wrecked as he felt.

He walked backwards,the back of his knees hitting the edge of his bed. He sat down,his right hand clutching his left hand that smashed the wall. It was throbbing badly but he couldn't find the energy to get up and get help.
And damn be it,he needed it.

Everything was going fine with Aggy. Everything was going smoothly.

His plan was working out fine but he didn't take any precautions. The danger of which he fucking fell for her. His nose flared at the thought of her. She got under his skin so much so fast.

Unknown: Your time's almost up,pretty boy
read at 21:53pm

He knew who it was,he wasn't an idiot.The text he got was recieved about an hour ago. All he could think of is how he's at crossroads with himself.

He never meant for this to happen.

Hunter pulled on his hair with his injured hand. It was bleeding and one of his knuckles was surely sprained but he didn't care. He wanted the ache in his twisted soul to be gone. No one knew.

No one.

Hunter was such a confusing person to begin with. He just wants something or someone to help him but no one was there. His friends wouldn't understand, even if they tried.

He would call his Aggy but she's probably ogling about punk ass Cam. That's another thought that made his blood boil. Hunter's jaw clenched and unclenched. His fists were balled up,threatening to hit the wall again.

How the fuck did I end up here?Hunter thought to himself.

Oh wait that's right. You let a girl in. The dumbest decision you've ever made, Hunter.

You mess everything up.

Everything.

Even your own family.

"STOP STOP STOP! I SAID FUCKING STOP ALREADY! JUST FUCK!" The blonde boy wailed in his room. No one was home,like always. This wasn't even home. It was just concrete walls,furnished rooms that scream, fake and nothing but the hollow hallways.

It wasn't my fault.

I swear it wasn't.

And in a very long time,Hunter let the burning hot tears out. He wanted everything to stop. He regretted everything. Especially to what he was going to do next. He's doing this just to make it stop. He wiped the tears away,grimacing at himself for being so weak.

He pulled out his gold iPhone 6 and dialed the unknown number from earlier. It took a couple of rings and an obnoxious voice finally answers. He held the phone tightly with the hand that wasn't injured.

"Yeah?" The voice asked.

"Meet me at..." Hunter's husky voice-from the crying- croaked out.

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"Did he really?"

"Yes mom"

"My goodness! Isn't he such a charmer?" My mother sighs dreamily when I told her of all the past... adventures I had with Hunter. Including the one yesterday night.

We were just binge eating ice cream in the kitchen and it was midnight.

I swallowed a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and sighed too.