Aubrey and the Bad Boy

Chapter 4

Hunter's POV

I woke up feeling horrible. I had stayed up way too late last night.

I looked through my window while drying off from my shower, and saw a girl around my age just waking up. She had woken me up in the middle of the night while she was laughing with Anthony, my old best friend. She was beautiful from afar. She checked her phone and got out of bed. She wasn't very graceful and I could tell that she hadn't had much sleep last night. She looked out her window and I tried to hide that I was looking at her. She was wearing a big t-shirt with shorts that had ridden up in the middle of the night.

I was guessing that she was the girl my mom had been talking about yesterday. Her name was Ashley or Abby or something like that. I had seen her yesterday, but I was too mad at my mom to introduce myself. My mom had told me to invite her over to our house soon and to become friends with her. I would've loved to become more than friends with her. She was beautiful, but once she found out about me and the things that I've done, I wouldn't have a chance with her.

* Ring, ring *

I looked at my phone and it was Anthony. I don't know why I still had his contact in my phone.

We didn't talk anymore for reasons I don't want to think about.

"Hey stranger," I said sarcastically.

"You owe me a lot, Hunter. I need you to do one thing, and I won't bother you by asking you to do anything else for me," he said the words with anger laced in each word.

"Okay, well what can I do for you?" I asked. I felt like I knew that whatever he asked of me would be something I didn't want to do.

"Don't hurt Aubrey," Aubrey! That's her name! "Don't talk to her. Don't touch her. Don't look at her like I know you already are. She's been through things that you will never understand and you will only hurt her, just like you hurt everyone else in your life." Those words stung. His girlfriend came on to me, not the other way around. She cheated on him, and told me that they had broken up. I shouldn't have believed her, but after everything I had heard that horrible day, I just wanted to get my mind off of my dad. She took my mind off of my dad. It's how I had coped with my dad's diagnosis. Crying hurts too much. Crying makes me look vulnerable. When I had flings with girls, I only looked rude and inconsiderate. I'd rather be inconsiderate than be vulnerable and emotional.

I was silent for a while, and then I heard his words: "You have the perfect life. You don't need to ruin Aubrey's life." The words just kept repeating in my head. You have the perfect life. If only he knew what my life had become. He wouldn't care though. Nobody actually cared. My father was dying and nobody else would ever understand.

I wanted to day a few more words to him. He was a jerk. He was silent to make sure that his words would sink in. I could've said a few curse words to Anthony, but I did the mature thing and just hung up instead.

I went into the shower to think the conversation over, but I knew exactly what would actually happen in the shower.

I let the tears slip out automatically. I knew that there wasn't a way to stop them. I lost my composure whenever I was in the shower. Nobody could judge me. I don't like to cry because it hurts horribly whenever I cry. Whenever I cry, it's over the really big things, not over small little details that won't affect my life in the future. I hated to cry in front of people. It made me look weak. I wasn't known as weak, and I never wanted to be.

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I was laying down half-asleep when my brother Will walked in unannounced. He didn't knock usually and today was not an exception.