GIVE HIM (book 2) | ✓

Pearl - balance

Oliver was weeping next to me, in black garbs and a solemn expression. I was stagnant. I wasn't crying. My eyes met the new visitor that came to my house in a navy suit.

Hunter.

"I'm sorry for your loss," he stood in front of my eye, his face a white canvas with no painted feelings. "I heard about it and I came as fast as I can."

"I don't need your condolence," I told him and his eyes flickered to Oliver for a second. "I don't even know why didn't they take you to were you belong yet."

"I didn't have a hand in that, Pearl, I swear."

I nodded. Liar.

"I wasn't aware of Drew's plan."

"You're the one that informed me," I was trying, hardly trying, to contain my anger in. I don't think it was working.

"Yes, but I thought it was only a threat, not a case of murder."

That pained my heart. It twisted in so many ways, all of them with different levels of agony.

"Please leave my house."

He took a seat on the chair opposing me, his fingers creating an un-harmonized rhythm with the strings of my nerves.

"Aven says he's sorry."

I lost my balance.

"Get the fuck out!" I yelled before I heard multiple shocked breaths from around the room. "Can't you see the damage you already left?! Go cure yourself away from me and away from this house! I don't want to see your face ever again! I hate you, Hunter, I fucking loathe you!"