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Chapter fifty eight- I really don't care

Am I the only person who loves music no matter how long it has been released?

I swear there are some songs that I can't just bring myself to delete from my playlist.

Seriously, I've still got Stereo Hearts by gym class heroes and Adam Levine 😭

Another update for those I love (which is all of you though)

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Hunter's p.o.v.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help but smile while I hopped out of the vehicle.

I took in the environment with keen interest and I laughed at myself for what I have surprisingly become.

  Who would have thought that when I would be asked to choose between business and a kid, I would've chosen the kid?

  When I called Mr Reid a few minutes before changing my direction, he was okay with my change of plans but said we needed to discuss during his upcoming event.

I've never been happier with procrastination in my life.

  I tightened my grip on the little gift I got Louisa from a breakfast store and checked the time once more.

Seven thirteen.

I've still got forty seven minutes before her first class bell goes off.

  Maybe I could drop by and see the principal, Mr Alexander to acknowledge his payment.

  The surrounding was almost half packed with kids and teenager's conversing before it was time to begin.

  I scanned the area for Louisa's petite frame but didn't see it.

  My brows scrunched in slight confusion before I decided to walk into the school building.

  I was taking my time to walk up so I can continue my survey for Louisa around the area.

  Some teenage girls were sending me looks that should be restricted to only their age grade.

  But I sent them smiles none the less.

Agreeing that Louisa wasn't in the lawn, I finally got to the door of the hallway and stepped in.

  The sight before me was enough to make my blood boil with anger.

The good news is that I found Louie.

The bad news is that she was surrounded by a group of people who where pointing and laughing at her.

I am so glad I ditched that meeting.

Louisa was backed up against a locker with her book held tightly against her chest.

   She was so small in the midst of those who had formed a crowd around her that I wondered if they were actually her classmates.

I could barely see her head from the circle.

But I did notice one thing.

She was still crying.

" I thought you said your daddy loved you?"

" She's such a liar"

" She had to use such a big name to lie"

And so many other jeers were coming from all around her and upon in tears, she still argued with them.

" I didn't lie! My daddy loves me" her face was streaked with tears as it rolled down her face like a river.

My heart broke to pieces as she tried to look strong but her walls had crumbled.