Keep On Hoping

Chapter six

            “I can’t believe you killed him.”

            “I can’t believe she had the nerve to be here.”

            “What a mutt.” This mysterious boy, who resembled Hunter, came closer to me. He grabbed my face and made me turn to him. I couldn’t get what he muttered, was it lets leave or they don’t matter or ignore ‘em. I didn’t care. There was only one other person I had to face and that was it.

            “Aw look that skimpy little slut that I raised came back….and she brought her boyfriend, who is kind of cute.” She laughed causing all the fake bleeps behind her to laugh too. “I can’t believe you would come here. You are such a disgrace, but now I have my time to get revenge.

            I couldn’t believe it. She pulled out a pink shotgun. Damn I didn’t know my mom had taste. Before I could blink my mom aimed the gun at my chest and right as the bullet impaired my skin I woke up.

            “Good morning.” Hunter woke me up. Causing me to scream, my heart was racing and I was short of breath. What the hell? I thought to myself.

            “Are you okay?” Hunter wrapped his arms around me.

            “Do not….touch…me!” he backed off a little. He grabbed a plate off of the nightstand. I saw eggs, toast and bacon. All my favorite, well, except bacon.

            “Thank you, it looks amazing.”

            “But?”

            “But what.”

            “But there is always a but.”

            “But I don’t have a but.”

            “But there is always a but!”

            “Fine, but I don’t eat meat, so I’ll eat everything else.”

            “you’re a veggie?” he acted shock.

            “I figured if I’d starve, I’d make it easier on my parents.” I chuckled a little. Then I started to tear through the food. I never tasted anything so amazing. “Oh My God! I never had such amazing food before.

            Hunter stared at me, like he was amazed, like I was something new to him. “I guess they really do starve you huh.” We both laughed a little. After a while I asked him to leave and let me spend some time alone. I couldn’t tell if he was worried, or just upset that he couldn’t be with me.

            It was maybe a quarter after ten when my mother texted me.

            I still don’t want to see you!

            I still don’t want to speak to you. I scolded back at her.

            You’re a disgusting mutt. And I will regret this since you murdered him, but I thought maybe you might want to see your father, be buried, maybe the guilt will help you realize you deserve to be dead. Funeral is Monday at the Chensler Cemetary.

            Whatev!

 I lay in the bed all day. No one seems to bother me and I don’t bother anyone. Hunter asked twice if I wanted anything to eat but I denied him each time. He just gave me a vacant stare shooting a message asking me if everything is okay. My response would be a small nod and he would close the door behind him as he exited.