Secret Killer (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 10.0 Revenge to be Expected

I was laying on my bed staring at my empty ceiling thinking about the situation I was in.

I wasn't ready for it. I hated it all. He was alive, and he knew I was too. My fake death helped me get away from him, but he saw me. Damnit. What was I supposed to do. Staying in this compound was too much. I could tell something was happening between Hunter and I. I wasn't going to make us something we weren't.
My life was a pit hole from hell. It was weird how they both told me they were worth staying alive for. Maybe Hunter was, but that was only if I had to choose between the two. But Hunter was a stretch let alone. I don't know why he thought he would think he could still play with my feelings like that. There was no way. I hate him with a passion, and he probably hates me for killing his father. He hated his father, and I knew that so I got rid of him. Honestly I didn't even know it was his father until the subject came up. My thoughts were then interrupted by the entry of Hunter.

"Babe," he says dragging it out for about a minute.

"I told you not to call me that," I say still looking up at the ceiling.

"I told you I'd do it anyway," Hunter says before rolling over me to lay next to me on my bed.

I liked laying on the edge of my bed, because being next to the wall made me claustrophobic. That's why Hunter just rolls over me. It doesn't bother me really, it's become pretty normal. We're quiet for a few minutes, but it's not uncomfortable.

"Hunter I-," is all I get to say before he cuts me off.

"When I said I was worth staying alive for I meant it. What you did yesterday was stupid, but kind of brilliant. I know you just got here, and this isn't me confessing anything. I just don't want you to die, because you think there's no one here for you. I'm here for you, I want to be here for you. Let me be here for you. Please," He says.

I turn to look at him, but he's still staring at the ceiling. I thought trusting him would change something between us. Or make something weird or have something expected of us. The compound isn't exactly the place that enforces status quotes but still. Then he finally looked at me, and I saw how much I scared him shitless when I went for Ray. I didn't know what to say. He let me see him vulnerable, and that meant a lot more to me than anything anyone could ever buy me.

"I'm sorry," I say and when he looks at me I kiss him.

The kiss is anything but gentle. Everything unsaid is felt. Maybe letting him in won't be so bad. Maybe it will be worth it. Maybe he's worth it.

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"When I said I was worth staying alive for I meant it. What you did yesterday was stupid, but kind of brilliant. I know you just got here, and this isn't me confessing anything. I just don't want you to die, because you think there's no one here for you. I'm here for you, I want to be here for you. Let me be here for you. Please," I say.

I don't look at her I can't. I can feel her looking at me, but I can't look at her. If she sees me vulnerable it might change everything. She might take me as weak, or that I'm just trying to get something from her. The silence feels like it goes on forever. Do I break the silence? Is she freaked out because I won't look at her?

"I'm sorry," She says, and I realize she means it. So I look at her, and apparently that was the right thing to do. Because now she's kissing me. Why didn't I look at her earlier? Oh yeah I remember why, because I was being a shithead that didn't expect to get kissed. This kiss was anything but innocent. Our legs were tangled, and suddenly I realized something. We were in her room, on her bed, with nothing to interrupt us, because it wasn't like she talked to anyone else at the compound.

"We have to stop," she says.

"You say that like you don't want to," cue the irresistible smirk.

"You say that like you wish I didn't," great now she's smirking.

"As you wish my lady," I'm holding back my laughter as I get up to leave.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow," she says pretending to cry.

"I say goodbye until it be 'morrow," which are my last words before I shut the door.

~~

Honestly I didn't know what to do with Hunter. He was so unpredictable, don't get me wrong that's what was great about him. But other times I didn't know how to react. One second he's almost crying and the next he's some sort of prince? That's how I ended up reciting Romeo and Juliet. Damn I used to be such a nerd. If you asked me why I stopped him it was because I didn't want to lose control of my emotions. I felt my control slipping and I panicked. I caged my emotions for a reason. They weren't coming out that easily even if it was Hunter. I had only been here a few weeks, and it still puzzled me why he was so eager to train me. Then there also was the first conversation I heard after they faked my death. About solving someone else's problems, and me being their secret weapon. Something was coming, and I was scared Hunter was a part of it. Could I kill Hunter if it came to that? I wasn't sure anymore, and that's what worried me the most. What if Hunter is pulling something on me? What about Chandler? I can't just kill his father, and not expect some kind of revenge.