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Chapter Nineteen

(Riley's POV)

I walk with Kyle again the next day. We talk about random things until he glances down and sees my wrist. I forgot to grab a jacket, or something to cover my arms. He he takes my hand and flips my arm over so he's looking at the underside of my forearm. I don't think he sees the scars yet, but when I pinched myself the other night, it broke skin, and now it's scabbed over.

His eyes move from the scab to the rest of the scars. Cutting must be a sensitive subject for him because of Hunter, but he doesn't want to just drop it. "You have thirty seconds to tell me when and why before I call Hunter and we go back."

"He already knows," I tell him.

"I don't believe you. You have twenty-five seconds left."

"Kyle," I start, but he never let's me finish.

"When and why?" He asks again.

"It was scattered through a couple years, and the why is a long story."

"We're going to Hunter." He starts to walk, still holding my hand.

"Let's say for a minute that Hunter doesn't know. Why would he need to?" I ask, following close behind Kyle.

"Because he loves you and this is something he needs to know."

"But he already does," I insist. Kyle shakes his head.

"He used to cut, you know," he says, his voice lowering.

"Yeah, I know."

We're there after that. Kyle bursts through the door and marches me back to Hunter's room. "Hunter, Riley has to show you something," Kyle announces. He puts my wrist in front of Hunter's face. Hunter kisses my scars, like he always does when they're showing.

"What is it?" He asks, completely confused.

"You don't see them!?" Kyle exclaims.

Hunter kisses my scars again. "I see them."

"Why are you not freaking out and asking her why?" he asks. Hunter reaches forward, grabbing my waist, and pulls me into his lap.

"Because I already know why, so why would I ask?" He kisses my cheek.

Kyle looks down at his feet, looks to me, then Hunter. "I, uh, sorry Riley. Hunter tried to lie about it when... So I just figured..."

"Kyle," Hunter says, "get out of my room." He nods awkwardly and leaves the room.

"Sorry. It's a sensitive subject with him. He just gets worried."

"I think it's sweet how concerned he was." I smile a little. Hunter's arms tighten around my waist.

"I don't. It's my job to be worried about you." He smiles, and presses a light kiss to my neck.

He kisses my neck again, and moves up to my jaw. He kisses along my jawline until he reaches my chin. He makes his way to my lips. "I love you, Riley Ann," he mumbles into the kiss.

I go to say it back, but then the door opens, and we separate immediately. Brooke stands in the doorway. "Um, Hunter, Dad's here," she says quietly. Hunter looks really confused, then he looks angry.

He sighs. "I'll be out in a minute, okay?" Brooke nods and walks away. Hunter looks at me, then buries his head in my neck. He takes a deep breath. "He hasn't tried to make any contact with us in three years, why now?" He mutters. He doesn't give me a chance to reply before he gets up. "I'll be back."

(Hunter's POV)

I stand in the corner of the living room, not saying a word. "Hey, Hunter," my dad says. I don't say anything. He sighs and looks around. Kyle stands next to me, his arms crossed.