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(14) Where Else [m]

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HUNTER FINALLY LETS GO of Timothy's collar, dropping him helplessly on the floor like a sack. Timothy desperately crawls away from him even though he wasn't moving from his spot anymore.

     "Get out," Hunter says. "Get out of my sight before I rip you to fucking shreds!" He then shouts at Timothy, and Timothy, who could barely even stand, practically dragged himself out of the restroom in complete terror.

     As soon as I door shuts and the two of us were left alone, I looked at Hunter with tears in my eyes, but Hunter immediately turned his head away from me, almost like he was ashamed. So I tightly squeezed his trembling hand to calm him down. "It's okay now," I whisper to him.

     Hunter swallows the lump in his throat and slowly looks at me, his cold blue eyes almost hazy and unfamiliar.

     "It's okay," I repeated.

     Hunter then takes a deep breath and reaches out to gently touch my cheek. I closed my eyes and placed my hand above his, feeling his warmth that instantly comforted me. When Timothy's hands were all over me, I felt disgusted with myself, but with Hunter, I felt safe. I always felt safe when he touches me.

     "I could have killed him," he tells me.

     "I know," I answered.

     "I would have fucking killed him for you."

     "I know."

    Hunter pulls me closer to him and buries his face on my shoulder. I could still feel his hands trembling, so I draped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. For a moment it was quiet, but then, the silence was filled with Hunter's painful sobs.

     "I-I'm sorry..." he says to me this time, and a tear finally falls from my eyes.

     "N-No, it wasn't your fault babe. It wasn't you're fault," I tell him, trying to act strong, but my tears wouldn't let me. They continued to pour as I was finally reminded of how Timothy pushed me against the wall and defiled me. 

     I leaned my face closer to Hunter and gently kissed his head as the tears continued to stream down my cheeks. Hunter grabs hold of me and starts hugging me even tighter, almost like he was afraid to let go of me.

     "I'm sorry," he tells me again. "I'm so sorry."

     I couldn't say a thing as I let Hunter hold me tight. I continuously told myself that Hunter was now here beside me; that everything was fine, but as our tears fell to the ground and as our sobs echoed in the restroom, I knew...I knew that it absolutely wasn't.

...

The restaurant was a bit far and it was already too late to catch the bus, so Hunter and I went to a nearby motel and decided to stay there for the night. I walked inside the room first, Hunter following behind me, shutting the door as soon as we got in. The room was small, but it was clean. It was better than waiting for a cab all night.

     "Hunter," I called out, and Hunter immediately looked at me, checking if I was alright.

     "What is it? Is there something wrong? Are you hurt anywhere?" he asks, but when he looked at me, an image of Timothy suddenly appears on my face instead.

     "You know, right? This bitch is fucking gay, he enjoys these kinds of things," I suddenly remembered him say, and the thought of it immediately made me look away from Hunter.

     I walked towards the bed and removed my coat, but then Hunter rushes to my side and helped me instead. "You should take a bath first so you could rest," he tells me.