Heartbreak

7 | Alastor

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Alastor:

The God of family feuds

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Soundtrack:

So What - Falside ft. Jay Boogie
Fourth of July - Fall Out Boy
Nothing is Promised - Mike WiLL Made-it ft. Rhianna
Perfect - Selena Gomez
Make Me... - Britney Spears ft. G-Eazy
Bloodflood - alt-J
Boy with a Coin - Iron & Wine
Wicked Games - The Weeknd

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"Hunter Dawson, you put me down right now!"

"Hmm, let me think about it... Nah."

Illa Fernandez ("That's EYE-Lah. Get it right, ugh. Trust me, I know. My parents are weird.") was currently slung over the shoulder of her boyfriend, clutching on to his abdomen for dear life. She was kicking her legs at first, but stopped abruptly when she realized she was slipping and Hunter wasn't helping her reposition. Her face was now bouncing against his ass as he ran towards his car, ignoring the odd looks the people in the park were giving them.

"Hunter, you freaking dipshit!"

"Illa, sweetheart, there are children around. Watch your language!"

Hunter swatted her butt, causing Illa to shriek and slip down a couple more inches. His rich laughter vibrated through his body, his hands gripping her legs and finally pulling her up slightly.

The pair were having a rather heated argument a few minutes ago, an argument that Hunter was about to lose – so in true Hunter fashion, he did what he always did when he was about to lose; he lost on his own terms.

Hunter had paused midsentence, a thoughtful look on his face. His mouth was still wide open, eyebrows tightened in concentration, and his jaw seemingly tense. Illa was about to ask him if he was feeling alright when his face suddenly relaxed, an apologetic look covering his features. He looked up at Illa, a small smile on his lips, and his arms held open for a hug.

Illa felt her own lips curling up, happy with the knowledge that she had won this round. She wrapped her arms around Hunter's neck, leaning into his body comfortably. Suddenly, she was being picked up and thrown over his shoulder, a startled cry leaving her lips as her world was flipped upside down. Hunter was laughing as he began running towards the car, all the way on the other side of the park – Illa bouncing on his shoulder the whole way there.

So now here they were, almost to the car. Hunter had a devilish grin on his face, his cheeks rosy from the exercise and the cool, autumn wind whipping past his face. His eyes were bight as he ran the last few feet to the car, keeping Illa on his shoulder.

Illa was feeling queasy. Her eyes were squeezed shut once they reached the parking lot – it was one thing to fall on the snow covered grass but quite another to fall on empty concrete. She was wondering if she was about to eat asphalt – thus answering the ridiculous argument Hunter and her were having in the first place.

Hunter suddenly stopped, making Illa cautiously open her eyes. They, well, he was standing next to his cherry red Ford Fusion, a rather early graduation gift to himself. Illa loosened her grip on his abdomen slightly, wondering if her unwanted ride was finally over.