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HUNTERS POV
I'm disturbed.
I'm disgusted.
I'm angry.
All of my unexpressed emotion was crafted on those walls. All of my heart, my creations, my self has been wiped clean. How could someone be so ruthless and heartless to the point where they'd want to destroy my passion? Why me? Why is it always me who gets the smaller straw? It's isn't fair!
On top of that, Emmerson left me, again. I know I was really harsh on her when she tried to comfort me, but she needed to understand that I just needed a few minutes to recuperate.
She's stubborn.
If Emmerson really liked me then maybe I wouldn't be in this position, on this chair, in a bar.
I'm not just pissed about that. I'm pissed at every fucking thing I see.
Everywhere I look, a person is smiling. It tears me up all over again. Why do they get to smile? Why can't I?
Things were going so well in my life before everyone else had to ruin it for me.
Here's my list of shitfaces:
-Spaphire (bitch)
-Jayden (Pedo)
-Max (Pedo bitch)
-Brody (he was pretty much hinting the entire time that he liked Emmerson= asshole)
-Jasper (retard. hurt Emmerson's feelings)
-Cow/James (shitface)
-Carol (bitch)
-anonymous motherfuckers who ruined my warehouse creations (bitch, Pedo, asshole, retard, bitch, shitface, bitch, motherfucker)
"Hey Hunter, maybe it's time we go now..." Beaula snaps me out of my train of thoughts. She attempts to take the glass filled with brandy away from me for the three hundredth time but I just hit her hand away, "Don't."
"Come on Hunter... She'll be back, I promise." She reassures me but it just makes me more furious.
She shouldn't have left in the first place.
Why would she leave me?
I'm not playing cat and mouse again. It's Emmerson's turn to roll her dice.
To be honest, I don't give a shit what she does.
Lie.
Lie lie lie.
I'm practically dying inside with out her here, telling me that it'll be alright, that we can start fresh together.
But I'm not about to tell her that. Shes the one at fault so why should I be the one chasing her tail?
Oh, that's right. Because she's Emmerson Rose. And Miss Rose always gets what she wants, doesn't she? What if she was part of all this? What if she wiped all of the walls clean? I don't know what I did to make her do such a thing but perhaps...perhaps she just wanted to sabotage me. Maybe that was her plan all along?
Don't be ludicrous.
She was the only one I told about my warehouse...
For gods sake Hunter, grow up.
"That is it! I've had enough of trying to help you! All you're doing is pushing me away! Why won't you let me in?" Beaula shrieks, causing a few heads around the bar to turn towards us.
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