Hunter & Julie

Scene 17

"Are you sure? England?"

"I want to meet your mom, and see where you grew up as a baby Hunt." I smiled.

"Honestly, we could have went anywhere. Hawaii, I would have gave you a soothing massage on the beach. Egypt, I would have held your backpack as we traveled. Paris, I would have-"

"But I want to go to England to know my boyfriend better" I smiled holding my hand out for his.

"You're a God send love" he smiled looking up at me from in between my legs.

"Likewise." I kiss his soft cheek.

He sat in between my legs and I braided his hair into two braids and unbraided multiple times to make his hair tight and curly.

"My mom used to do that" he said clicking on the screen. He just spent $1,900 on two two way tickets to Redditch, United Kingdom.

He's absolutely mad.

"Hunter, your spending too much money"

"I'd sell my liver on the black market for you" he smiled, dimples popping out.

"Sick bastard" I laughed and started packing our clothes.

"Come back to bed with me this instant." He whined.

"I have to pack our stuff for tonight"

"We're not leaving until 9:00pm" he said taking my hands in his, leading me to the bed so I could lay on top of him. I straddled his tall lean sculpted body. I kissed his softly for a moment.

"Yes, but, we have to be there an hour early and I have to pack for a weeks-"

"And three days"

"Worth of clothes and necessities."

"Julie its four o'clock"

"Exactly" I kissed his lips again and bounced  off.

"Bloody tease " he whined. "If I help you will you come back and cuddle with me."

"Hunter you got us fucking first class seats that comes with beds. You have 16 hours to cuddle with me ya ninny." I smiled at his neediness .

"I can't help myself-"

"Cause you don't try" I winked and packed his clothes which all consisted of either black skinny jeans or a black or white top. Simple. Opposite of him.

"Can you pack my black Tims?" He asked laying down on the bed.

"Or you could help me"

"I just offered"

"But you weren't really gonna help"

"No one told you to start packing weirdo"

"Ugh" I huffed and took his shoes. When I got up he stood behind me.

"Can you put me in the bag and you inside with me?"

"Yes of course, then I'll put your meds" I fake smiled "did you take them yet?" I patronized.

"Haha, I'm Julie and I think I'm funny when I'm sarcastic" he mimicked my voice terribly.

"Not even close bubba" I laughed.

After I finished packing I looked through his underwear draw to put in his carry on and saw a photo. Not just any photo but a photo of him and Rose. From what he told me this was from his first date with her. I sucked in a breath and felt betrayal fill me.

...he still thinks about her?

How does he expect me not to see her as a threat when he won't let go of the past?

Its unfair of me to get at him. Cause I have secrets myself. Secrets I don't planning on sharing.

"Julie..are you alright?"

I hid the photo behind my back and turned to him to smile.

"Peachy"

I packed his briefs and socks and placed them in his luggage. And hid his rancid photo up my sleeve.

He began going through my draws and to pack my bag and after a few moments of tension filled silence I remembered what I had hidden in the draw something he can't know.

"Hunter stop!" I yelled he was going to find my Digoxin (Lanoxin)! It's a drug that this doctor, Dr. Mou, gave me last months to control my heart problem at a minimum. I didn't want anyone in town to know about my heart so I drove to New Jersey for these drugs. He said that since this went untreated for months that my last resort is either a heart transplant in 6 months tops but that would be difficult since I'm not on a list yet, or I could choose to die.

A month ago I chose the second so he gave me three bottles of pills to lessen the pain and try to control my irregular heart beat.

"What?" He asked an unusual tone to his voice.

"I mean, let me pack my bag." I smiled and took my luggage away from him.

He put his hands behind his back and smiled a force smile.

"Yeah, I'll be right back I got go piss"

"Tmi"

"Right...okay"

Awkward. He walked away at a fast pace and I rushed to open my bag.

I sighed when I saw he didn't pack it and I looked under the draw and felt the bottles taped to the top.

I sighed in relief when I felt them. But then all color drained from my face.

I only felt two bottles.

Oh no, he's gonna find out, he's gonna leave me! I can't lose him! Not now, if I lose him I'll gladly chose death because he's all I have. He's the only family I've got now.

I started to have a breakdown and then I heard footsteps coming closer to the room door.

I sat the bed and zipped the bag.

"The clothes" he said leaning against the door.

"Huh?" I asked wiping my sweaty hands against my leg and picking up the bag to put in the car.

"You haven't put any clothes into the bag" I looked down and the empty bag, I forgot to put the clothes in because of my fit.

"Right...how careless of me"

"Right" he said.

He walked away and his back faced mine.

"Oh, Julie, do you have any pills?"

I dropped the clothes in my hands and felt shock cover my face.

"What- what-, how, what do you me-"

"I have a headache, do you have an Advil" he continued a knowing tone in his voice as if this was confirmation to his suspicions.

"Oh" I cleared my throat. "In the kitch-chen cabinet"

"Right right, I'll meet you in the car"  he took our luggage and put it in the car. But he never took the Advil.

He knows.