THE NEW LOVE |16+✔️

Chapter 1

Three years later

Hunter's POV

My phones buzzes on the coffee table awakening me, I roll to the side falling off this shit small couch. I reach for my phone on the coffee table knocking empty beer bottles over, I growl answering the phone and placing it over my ear, lazily.

"What!?" I grit through my teeth.

It's too fucking early.

"It's dad" Brax says.

"I don't give a fuck" I go to hang up.

"He's dead, Hunter!" I hear him shout, I place the phone back to my ear.

"What?" I chuckle, am I dreaming because this is an amazing dream.

"He killed himself" He sternly says.

"Great, can I go now?" I say walking into my small kitchen reaching into the fridge for a beer.

"No, we need to go arrange a funeral and talk about dads will" He tells me.

"Fuck dads will, he didn't leave me shit"

"How do you know?" He saddens, no idea why I'm sure as hell not sad.

"He hated me" I laugh stating the obvious, I take a massive gulp of my cold beer.

"Yeah well you still need to come, so be ready" He barks an order.

"Yeah..whatever" I scoff.

I've been in this shitty flat for over a year. Its small..I hate it. The only reason I'm in the shit flat is because Brax kicked me out his home, I was being a 'troublemaker' I wasn't but whatever.

"Be ready!!" He shouts through the phone, I narrow my eyes ripping the phone away from my ear with how loud he was.

"Alright..chill" I laugh.

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That was the most boring plane ride of my life, Brax was so serious and just kept telling me to stop acting like a child.

"The lawyer is meeting us at this small diner, he adores it..apparently" Brax says as we reach our hotel room.

"Okay" I huff.

I jump into the double bed laying flat on my stomach, wishing I wasn't back in this town.

A beer sounds good about now.

I walk to the small refrigerator opening it harshly to see nothing but liquor. I huff pulling out a small bottle of Jack Daniels, I crack the lid open and take a large swig.

"Why do you need to drink?" Brax scoffs.

"Warms my cold heart" I smile finishing the small bottle and taking another small bottle.

"You're paying for that!" He points.

"Why? You have the money" I chuckle.

"The meeting is tomorrow, don't drink or I'll smack the shit out of you!" He warns walking to the door.

"Where you going?" I take a handful of small bottle sitting on the edge of the bed dropping them down beside me.

"Out, I've got business to attend to. I mean it Hunter, if you're drunk at that meeting.."

"Okay!!" I roll my eyes, he's always in a mood.

I continue to drink thinking about the past three shitty years I've had. Continuous drinking and smoking weed just to stop thinking about a particular someone..