The Unexpected Angel (Sequel to Be My Mistake)

Where we started out

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER MAY CAUSE MIXES EMOTIONS!!!

WARNING!

 

Guys, at this point, I think everything I write causes mixes emotions -_- I'm truly sorry for messing with your feelings...

 

<3

~Mad

~~~ONE MONTH LATER~FEBUARY~~~

Siana’s P.O.V.

I smile at the lovely loaf of bread that I had successfully baked that now sat on the counter, still in its loaf pan. So far, the only thing I had failed to cook was the last loaf of bread, that I had accidentally left in the oven and set on fire. Well, at least I think I set it on fire. There was too much smoke to even tell. Good thing Hunter never found out or I’d never be left alone again.

As I examine the bread, I hear the front door open.

"Hey, Hunt, I didn’t make dinner yet. What do you want?” I asked, using hot mitts to remove the bread from its pan.

“Food,” He answers as I see him barreling up the stairs with a guitar case hanging from his hand.

I was confused, since the first thing he did every day when he came home from the studio was say hi, no matter what, but I figured he must have just had a rough day.

I walk over to the fridge and open it, seeing that it was full of leftovers. I decided, since Hunter didn’t give me an idea, we would just eat the leftover lasagna. I quickly pre-heat the oven to the correct temperature, and then go into the living room to watch TV, since there was nothing else to occupy my time.

I curl up into a ball, watching Courage, as I always do, but continue to think about why Hunter wouldn’t even say hi to me. He never just ran upstairs. I would always be in the kitchen cooking dinner, or something, he would come home, give me a hug and kiss, then go upstairs until dinner was done.

I feel my positive, happy mood practically float away in the air as I realized we barely ever even saw each other anymore. He was either on tour, or busy writing and recording at the studio.

When he comes downstairs, he sees me, doesn’t even smile, but then scowls at Charlie who lays on my feet. “Siana, she’s not supposed to be on the sofa.” He practically whines, going to shoo her away from keeping my feet warm.

I frown, and then go back to watching TV and avoiding his eyes. He sits down on the end of the sofa, and I pull my feet away from him, finding myself to be annoyed with his weird mood.

His hand gently touches my leg, and even though I was annoyed, I feel my heart beat just a little bit faster. “Are you ok?” He asks.

"No,” I answer sharply.

“Why not?”

“Because, Hunter, you’re being weird.” I say, still trying to avoid his eyes that I knew were staring at me.

He sighs, taking his hand away from me. “I’m sorry, Z. It’s just that, gosh, I don’t even know how to say this.”

I turn my head to look at him, and see that his hands were now tangle in his hair, and he looked frustrated.

I no longer felt annoyed. Instead, I felt worried. I never thought that maybe something happened that made him change his attitude like this, and I never even bothered to ask, either.