"Hunter, are you even listening to me?"
Hunter leaned on the shovel in front of him and tried to make the world stop spinning for just a second so he could see who was talking.
"Hunter? Can you even he-"
"I gotchu Jones," Hunter slurred, smiling somberly up at the man in front of him.
Jones cocked an eyebrow at Hunter, "You've been drinking again huh? And here I thought you'd be actually working your shift."
Hunter mumbled an apology, stumbling over almost every word.
Jones shook his head, "This is the last time I cover for you Hunter, next time I'm telling Boss that you ain't pulling your weight. You're bloody lucky you work construction."
Hunter nodded dismally and turned to stumble away. He stared at the near empty bottle of rum in his hand. He wouldn't have drank any of it if it hadn't been for that cursed name. The name that brought with it so much pain. Why did everything have the remind him of that name? Hunter took a long swig of the rum but it didn't seem to stop the name popping into his head again.
Adrian.
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Brother?
Teen FictionThis is the story of two brothers, who have suffered the most that life could throw at them and now must find each other in this cruel world. Adrian, the younger of the two, only remembers his brother as a coward, always hiding away when their fathe...
