Surviving the Harrison Boys (Re-write)

sixty-two // revelation

TRIGGER WARNING!!!! : THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HUNTER'S MOTHER'S SUICIDE NOTE. TALKS OF RAPE AND SUICIDE ARE PRESENT. SKIPPING THIS CHAPTER WILL NOT DISTURB FURTHER UNDERSTANDING OF THE REST OF THE STORY!!!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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I woke up on something very warm. The object was moving up and down, and I soon realized it was a chest. I shifted my head to look up, and saw I was laying on Reece. We were no longer at my old house, but now in a hotel room.

His arm around me tightened. "You okay?"

"I guess," I said as I sat up.

"We left right after you passed out." He explained. "Joel and his parents are gonna come see you tomorrow. Your grandmother and grandfather also want to come visit, if you're okay with that."

I shrugged. "We'll see how I feel."

Reece nodded, and reached over to the nightstand. He handed me a folded up paper. "I was told that your mother wrote five notes, one to you, your father, your grandmother, your grandfather, and your sister."

"My who?"

He sighed. "A sister. Half-sister from a teenage pregnancy. Ten years your senior. She gets in tomorrow."

"And you were told all this when?"

"Before we left." He said. "Your grandmother claimed she didn't have the heart to tell you. She said you should hear it from someone close to you."

I unfolded the piece of paper. There were multiple, actually. Two and a half.

"I'll leave you alone." Reece said quietly, and exited the room.

Dear Hunter,

Where do I even begin? Should I sugarcoat it or make it real? Do I cuss you out or tell you how much I love you? Does it really matter at this point, anyway? I'm dead, it's not like you're gonna come find me and beat me up. Wouldn't that have been a show?

How about we do both? Let's start with the honesty. You were unplanned. You were nowhere in my life plans at all. After having Lia, your older half-sister, I thought she was all I needed. Obviously I didn't plan her either, because I was 15 when I had her, but she was enough. She brought me enough stress and worry. Then boom, you came along. I fucked your dad while drunk and ended up pregnant. Now I'm raising another kid when my first one was taken away from me by her father. And then, your father leaves me, and I have to raise you by myself until I met Maurice, the man who has been pretending to be your father for your entire life.

Yes, he isn't your father. Theo wasn't his kid, either. Doesn't that make all the times the two of you had sex a little less sickening? It wasn't incest!

Anyways, your real father, last time I checked, is some big business man. He's rich and he's got a wife, no kids. Lucky him. He lives in Atlanta.

Back to me. When Maurice came into my life, he didn't want kids. I almost gave you up, left you on the street. To be honest I almost traded you for a pound of weed. I kept you, for a reason that is still unclear to me, but I did. Do I regret it? Yes and no.

No, because I watched you blossom into someone I've always wanted to be. I watched you, on your own, become a beautifully smart and talented individual. I watched you bust your ass to create a life for yourself. From a very young age, I saw that you weren't gonna turn out like me. You wouldn't be sleeping around and doing drugs and doing God knows what just to make some money. Even when you entered high school, where you were exposed to all things shitty and terrible, you still held your own. You minded your own business and did your thing. You know I purposely put you in that drug-infested place to test you? And you passed with flying colours. I was so confused. I was so angry. You were everything that I wanted to be. You were everything I wasn't at your age, and I became jealous. Jealous of your beauty, your intelligence, your talent. Jealous of your drive and determination. Jealous of your innocence.