Hunter's Possession

12. Orchids

First and foremost, thank you so bloody much for all the votes and reads. I mean damn, I got so much reads in so little time! And the votes...I'm not complaining, I'm greatful for the votes.

Wanna dedicate this chapter to Kanan89. Glad to have you back on the train hun, I missed you and your comments.

Up top is a poem by the name Orchids by Hazel Simmons–McDonald.

This chapter is not edited.

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Sleep just isn’t sleep anymore,
it’s an escape.
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T A S H A 'S  P. O. V.

The sound of crying rang out in the room. It was coming from beside me. The voice sounded so familiar but I couldn't pin point the name of the person crying but I recognized it as a male's voice. Why was he cry though? Did someone hurt him? Was he in pain? He sounded so distraught, I wanted to wake up and cry with him, I wanted to comfort him.

"Tasha baby please. Just wake up."

He has been saying that for a while now. I wanted to wake up, his pleas and cries made my heart ache from the pain I was indirectly causing him. But why couldn't I wake up? Why couldn't I just open my eyes so that this man could stop crying? Why was it so hard?

Maybe if Gemma was here then I could have opened them. But where is she now? Why wasn't she here now? Why was I allowing myself to be affected by her leaving? I didn't understand why her leaving affected me. I don't blame her for leaving, if I was her I would have done the same. I wish they didn't do what they did to protect her, shit, I wish she wasn't at that damn party. Her appearing at that party was not expected at all but watching Tyler do what he didn't want to do to her broke my heart even though it wasn't happening to me. If Dustin broke my heart I would so kill that motherfucker.

Dustin.

My heart skipped a beat at the thought of his name. I loved Dustin so much that it creeped me the fuck out sometimes. That man was there for me in everything and when our little princess was born, our bond and love grew so much stronger that you could feel it around us.

"Baby please."

Come to think of it, why did that voice sound so much like Dustin?

"I miss you, our baby misses you, everyone misses you."

I frowned how long have I been like this?

"Open your eyes Tasha. Open them for me, for Sasha."

My poor baby. I didn't know how long I have been out for but I knew that it affected everyone negatively.

"Tasha please. Just...just please."

And then the crying started again. He sounded so much like Dustin, then it registered in my head, it was Dustin. Dustin was crying...because of me. I felt like a bad person, I was so selfish.