Too Far From Ordinary

VII (Part1)

Hunter's POV

I sat at the back of the class, my usual seat for the past eleven years in school. I gazed outside the window and drowned the teacher's voice out. Maths was never my favourite, art and writing were more of my things.

I couldn't understand how people found equations and plain numbers intrigued. Like how are you not bored of continually finding x? I just hated the idea of already being set up with an answer that I was forced to follow. Just like how I hated my life being planned out and people expected me to be this and that.

I would rather write down words and paint memories in my head. This was where I'm allowed to let my imagination ran free, where feelings were being poured into my artworks, where I could pictured thousands of scenarios and made it into a movie, and where I could do what ever I want.

I zoned out after the teacher started telling us the questions we need to finish in our book. I thought about the things, the people and the memories I left behind in England. Some was good but mostly I just wanted to bury it where I could never reach. A place where it blocked my unsettling mind and stopped myself from doing foolish things to my body.

I was in a pretty dark place before I got here, not gonna lie it was miserable. Heck that was an understatement, it was a living hell and Satan was the voice inside my head. For years I listened to it and allowed myself to be controlled by my father and not once, did I fought back. What even more pitiful was that I had listened because I was ashamed of my actions, feared of the consequences and guilty for what I was planning.

I was ashamed because I had lied to Cole, my brother who trusted me when I finally reached out for him. I was feared of what my father would do to us, if he knows that I had not done what he'd told me to. Lastly I was guilty for my intentions, I was using my brother and his friends.

I was an asshole. A bastard that deserved to rot in hell. As I sat in this classroom I regretted ever setting my foot in America. Why did I had to move here and fucked up everything in my brother's life? Why couldn't I fought back the voice inside my head and refused to listen to my father?

I held my hands into a fist and looked down at the table. I had been a coward for my whole life. Deep down I knew I was too weak to survive in this world, even when I was titled as one of the most powerful dealer in the world. That was the cover I had built, no one had read the real things inside and I was planning to keep it that way. I couldn't harm Colton and his friends. They were too real and I'm going to sound more pathetic now, they were the only light that shone in this fucked up world. Together they were strong and unbreakable, I envied the bone they had. My brother had surrounded himself with people that could brought him out if this messed up place where he shouldn't belong, I should replace him for the things I had done.

At that moment I had made up my mind. After I finished the job I was received, I will get out of Colton and his friends life forever. I only bring troubles to them if I stay.

The final bell rang and school was over. I looked up and exhaled in relieve. I quickly got out of the class and blended in with the crowd.

"You look like you just attended a funeral." I was walking to my motorbike when I heard footsteps joining next to me. I chuckled and nodded my head at Jayden. We stopped at my motorbike and I heard him whistled. "Nice bike."

"Same goes to you dude." I widened my eyes as I looked at the bike Jayden was leaning on. It was a CBR1000, my ultimate dream bike. I noticed Jayden's eyes gleamed up and a proud smile placed on his lips. "Where did you got it?"