Kill or be killed

Hope.

(Sanchez's POV:)

"IT'S BEEN THREE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU STILL HAVE NO LEADS!"

Hunter shouted with rage slamming his hands down on the desk.
Yes.....It's been three years and Veronica is still missing.
No ones been able to track her. Hell, we don't even know if she's alive.

Hunter still has hope. No, wait let me rephrase.
He had hope. Now he's slowly loosing it.
Day by day.

Loosing himself to pain and sadness.

He's been drinking non-stop, everyday there's a new girl in his room.

He's lost himself, and the only person that can bring him back is Veronica...
But she's no where to be found.

Ever since she walked out that door this place has been a mess.
No ones been in the right mind set, we all have tried. Tried everything to figure out where she is...So far it's been rough.

Hunter put me and himself in charge, but right now it's mainly me.

Everyone has been trying there best to find her. Christopher came back, and he's also struggling.
She had everything in place. But without her...we're nothing.

She gave herself up to save us. Hunter promised Veronica he would find her, he tried for a year, but eventually gave up.

Today.
Veronica's birthday. This is when he looses himself. He goes crazy, needs to find a excuse to get angry and beat someone up.

But he needs to stop being selfish, know that Veronica could be suffering and it's all our fault.

I went up the stairs shaking my head knowing I'm getting myself in a bad situation.

I took a deep breath knocking on his door.
Silently waiting, I realised it was a very bad idea so I turned around, but Hunter opened the door harshly.

His eyes went to me examining me up and down.
"The fuck you want?!"
He spat at me in anger.

I just stared at him afraid to speak.
His messy hair fell in his face and he hadn't shaved and had eye bags.
In other words....a mess.

He raised a brow waiting for me to answer, however I just stood their.

He rolled his eyes mumbling something in Italian before slamming the door shut.

"Hunter, please come out. You staying locked up is not doing anything"

I heard his footsteps get louder when he got to the door and furiously opened it once again.

"Don't come in here and start barking orders unless you want your fucking head ripped off".
He shouted face to face.

"What I want-"
I say pushing him back.
"Is for you to actually get up, stop drinking and help find Vero-"

Before I could finish he picked up his gun and pointed it at me.

"Don't. Don't you dare mention her name"
He warned me clenching his jaw.
What the hell is wrong with this man?
He's lost himself.

"Oh yeah, just shoot, you know that's exactly what Veronica wanted"

I say in disgust. He started laughing lowering the gun and running a hand through his hair.

"Your saying it as if she's dead. God knows where Veronica is. But let me tell you this, do not come and disturb me, or I will rip you to pieces. I can handle myself without anyone.
I don't need her!"

Scoffing I push him aside and step inside the room suddenly gaining some confidence.

"No? So why are you in her room. There's about 60 rooms here why hers and not yours. Huh?"
My brows raised as I turned to him.