Broken

Chapter Ten

"My story?" I question. Yes I'm still a little drunk but I sobered up a little when Hunter asks me about my 'story.'

  "Yeah," he says as if it's obvious.

  "Um... What do you mean?" I know, I know, I swear I'm not acting dumb. It's the alcohol...

  "You're story," he repeats. "Who you are, where you're from, all that jazz."

  I sit there trying to process what he means. "There's not that much about me."

  He raises an eyebrow.

  "What? My life's boring, there's nothing special about me."

  "So you're telling me that you think you're boring?" His eyebrows draw together.

  "I don't think I am, I know I am."

  "I don't think you are," he muses.

  "You don't even know me." I narrow my eyes.

  "Hence why I'm up here, Lils I'm trying to get to know you better but you're being stubborn," he sighs.

  "And why would you want to do that?" I pull a disgusted face, confused at why anyone would want to 'get to know me."

  "You interest me. Every other girl would pounce on me if they were in this situation yet you don't." Ugh. This dick.

  "You have more dick in your personality than in your pants." I roll my eyes.

  He chuckles at this and starts glancing around my room.

  "What's this?" He picks up a drawing from my desk.

  "Elijah drew it for me, he draws a lot and never knows what to do with them so he just gives them to me," I smile, looking at the picture of a rose.

  He hums in response and changes subject.

  "I need a cigarette, coming?" He asks then looks at my outfit as if to remember something.

  "Why do you do it?"

  "Do what?"

  "Smoke." I answer in a bored tone. The truth is, I've never liked it when people smoke since my grandad died of lung cancer due to smoking. But it's nothing to do with me. It's their life, if they want to smoke something that kills them faster so be it.

  "Why do you drink alcohol?" He snaps.

  "That's none of your business."

  "Well then  me smoking is none of your business either."

  "I only asked..." I look down. I knew it's none of my business but alcohol makes me blurt things out without even thinking first.

  He sighs frustrated then walks out, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket.

  Taking off my pajamas, I pull on some black jeans with a white laced flowy crop top. Well, I say crop top. It reaches just below my belly button.

  Walking downstairs, I pull on some black converse and bracelets.

  The bass of the music fills my hearing.

  I grab a bottle of vodka and walk, well... Stagger, to the dance floor.

  Holding my hands in the air, I sway my hips to the beat. Letting go of all my stress. All my problems. Just drowning them with alcohol which I'll probably regret tomorrow. Oh well.

  I grab a lad from the crowd and start dancing with him. He grabs my waist as we attempt to sway to the beat but we end up completely out of sync with the beat.

  "Lilly?" Hunter questions, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. "For fuck sake." He sighs.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and smile innocently, "yes?"

  "Why are you down here? And when did you get changed?" He asks genuinely confused.

  "Well," I drag out. "I came down about five minutes after you left and got changed as soon as you left."

  "Get your own girl," the guy behind me growls, trying to pull me back to him but Hunter grips my waist.

"You're hurting me," I whine. He instantly lets go looking guilty.

  "I'm so sorry," he starts repeating.

  "Hunter... Hunter! It's fine!" I shout, hugging his waist.

  "Lilliana Williams," I hear my brother say. "Get back upstairs."

  "Why," I pout, turning my head to look at him but still hugging Hunter.

  "Now." He glares at the adondis standing in front of me, to which he returns. "Lilly seriously, there's some people here I don't want you hanging around with. They aren't good."

  I sigh and nod, knowing I can never win an argument with him.

  Hunter and I walk back upstairs and when we get into my room he bombards me with questions.

  "Let me see your waist." He demands.

  "Wh-what?" I stutter.

  "I want to see where I hurt you."

  I lift my shirt slightly to see nothing there. He sighs with relief. "Hey. Are you okay?" I ask.

  "Hm?"

  "You seem distressed..." I reply.

  "Oh um. No, it's nothing," he runs a hand through his hair.

  "Are you-"

  "Just leave it Lilliana!" He shouts, making me jump.

  "Shit," he mutters. "Sorry."

  After that he walks out of the room and downstairs. This time I decide to stay in my room, I think I've had enough alcohol for tonight.

A/N
This is such a a short chapter, I'm so sorry.

  In this chapter we start to a little more to Hunters personality and that's what I tried to focus on. Key word: tried.

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