His Beautiful Witness.

⭐ Chapter 5: Violent Wounds

A few days had passed, as the New Year was approaching. I don't know if Hunter received my gift or not. Or where he was that night.

I also had to decide what to wear to Josh's party. I thought about wearing the same dress I wore for the Christmas dinner. Josh did notice me in that. As I peeled of the red undergarments, I thought back to Hunter. I can't believe he stood me up. I was starting to believe Uncle Ned's theory. What if Hunter was responsible for Mr Haywire's death. What could be the connection between a mere teacher and an cold-blooded Assassin. It didn't make any sense. I wanted to talk to him about it.

But now I didn't want to talk to him. It's best I stay away from such people. I'm just a stupid curious teenager that was charmed by him. He's a frikin murderer. How can I expect myself to be friends with him? What do you expect from him. This is the most fucked up thing I ever had to deal with in my life.

I decided to take a walk around the block to clear my head. I ran around the block, heavily panting as I went. I had never felt so worked up before as I ran around feeling like my life depended on it.

A few days back..

The man was sitting in the respective room of the informer, sipping coffee that was made by him. He had just finished doing his other work that his family was oblivious about. Apart from being the perfect dad and husband he had a dual life. He was alone in one of the men's house. He was called here to discuss matters that was related to his operation. He was part of a criminal organization, that involved drugs, murders and sex trafficking. He worked alongside an group whose identity was confidental in the Underworld. He was yet to find out who he has been working for all these years. There was an informer who he was waiting to meet tonight. He was eagerly waiting for him to come downstairs.

A figure strolled into the lounge wearing a black hoodie. The man spoke. 'It is very quiet over here. You prefer the silence.' 'I like to do my job without any problems.'

'So shall we start.'

'What do you know so far about our operation?' 'All I know is that your organization is very secretive. There were many men I met that I thought were the head of the organization. Though it has always been another person. I only wanted information on who the boss is because I am going to expose him.' 'You see the boss likes to be remained a secret. I don't know who exactly it is but I have some clues that may lead to him.' 'You said over the phone that you knew.'

There was a sudden beep on the informer's phone. He watched the screen to see a girl standing outside in a long red dress. She was holding a red parcel in her hand. He stared at how beautiful she looked in her dress. He forgot that he invited her over at this time. But he couldn't attend to her now. He had business to deal with.

'I lied.'

*Boom.*

Present Day..

I decided to stop running. I huffed and puffed till I could catch my breath. I could feel the increase of perspiration as I dragged my exhausted body home. I walked into my bedroom and threw myself on the bed. That was one intense run. I put my hair in a messy bun and stripped out of my trackies and tank top. I walked over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I rested my head against the wall as I let the water trickle all over me. It gave me a strange flasback of me walking back in the rain to my house as I waited for Hunter. It was embarrassing to even stand there like a little needy friend. Perhaps I was wrong about him.

I scrubbed myself clean, when there was sudden movement. It was probably my imagination. I stood for a bit longer. The minutes went by when the shower door opened. I cleared my eyes to see a figure. Hunter was standing before me, in blood. He collapsed to the floor.