Dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin, behind a puff of smoke. Tattooed arms and rough hands. A cigarette between two slim fingers. He takes another drag before putting it out.
Hunter Jameson.
He stops on it just to make sure it was put out entirely even though snow covered the ground in a thick blanket.
You could see his warm breath appear and vanish as he breathed in and out out. He flipped his hood over his head and walked into the coffee shop I had been in for the last ten minutes. Those ten minutes were spent studying his every move.
He knew me. I existed in his mind. He knew exactly who i was.
He walked in and I walked out. Thats how it was. We didn't talk to each other. We never said a single word since last year.
My phone rang as i got into my car. It was my dad. I ignored it. He probably just wanted to yell at me for what ever the hell i did wrong today.
My mom was a crack head. She left my dad with me when i was two. She decided she couldn't deal with me and just left one day. My dad said she had addiction problems. She blew all his money on drugs. She was in and out of jail since before i was even born. Then one day she decided to leave me with him. I guess she may not be all that bad since she knew what was best for me. My dad on the other hand thinks she just left to get rid of the burden of a child.
I was never close with my mom and I'm not close with my dad either. The truth is i don't really have any one. I never let myself get to close because I, Logan Breeland, am afraid of love.
