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-Austyn's POV-

I can tell from the look on Hunter's face earlier that he's hiding something. When he finished telling me the reason behind his absence he'd collapsed on the mattress and immediately began snoring. Exhausted I assumed. As I lay here gazing at the frown etched on his lips I can tell something is bothering him.

I just wish he would tell me. That's one of the perks of being in a relationship, right? Being able to trust someone enough to tell them any and everything no matter how horrible it is? I guess that's what this relationship lacks of at the moment. Trust. If I trusted him enough to tell him my deepest, most darkest secrets shouldn't he trust me enough to tell me whats bothering him?

I have so many unanswered questions running through my mind right now that my brain hurts. After laying here for a few more moments, my headache worsening the more I think about it, I decide I've got to do something about this.

I need answers and I need them now. 

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I climb quietly from underneath the sheets to stand next to the bed, gazing down at the secret keeping man I call my boyfriend. He's asleep on his back, his phone easily seen in his front pocket. The top of the phone peeks over the seam of his jean pocket from the tightness of his jeans making it easier for me to grab it. Once im done with the stealthy act, i make my way to the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind me.

I turn his phone on and pray that his password is off for which Hunter is very smart and im sure if he had his password on it would take a genius mastermind to figure it out. Im grateful that he doesnt as I drag the circle from the bottom of the screen and press the icon for his call log. The screen is blank except for the keypad at the bottom of the screen. He'd deleted all his calls. Suspicious.

I press the back button and go to his messages instead. All his messages are gone except for mine.

At this point, I dont know what to think. Why is he so secretive? What's so bad that he has to keep it from me, his girlfriend?

As if on cue, his phone dings signaling he has a message. I quickly open it but immediately regret it.

"I think you left your jacket. Check to see if it's missing cause you know, it MIGHT just be over here. ;)"

What the hell?! He left his jacket! Where?! Why would he leave his jacket somewhere? He never leaves his stuff around. Then it hits me. He was gone all last night and he'd walked through the door just this morning. Was he possibly with another girl instead of taking a "walk" like he told me he was? Was he cheating on me- wait, no. Hunter wouldn't do that to me, would he?

All of a sudden there's a knock on the door. Oh shit.

"Austyn, you in there?" His voice calls out.

"Yeah. I'm just uh....using the bathroom. I'll be out in a sec." I flush the toilet to prove my point and shut on the faucet. My hands are shaking as I place them in the lukewarm water. I shake them before shutting off the water and drying my hands on one of the many towels Hunter leaves by the tub.

I grab his phone from the counter and place it in my back pocket, pulling my shirt down over it and start towards the door.

Hunter is sitting on the edge of the bed, head bowed until he finally recognizes my presence and lifts it, "Babe, have you seen my phone? I could've sworn it was in my pocket before I fell asleep but it's not there."

"Did you happen to leave at her house? Hmm, Hunter?" My thoughts are the exact opposite of my actions as I pull the device from my back pocket and place it in his hand, "You left it in the bathroom. Perhaps you forgot it was there when you stumbled into the house from your walk last night. Speaking of walking, where'd you go? Hmm Hunter? Did you happen to leave your jacket at that destination?" I speak, all the while keeping my eyes on him. Gaze hard as steel as I wait for his response.

"I told you where I went baby. I went on a walk. You don't need all of those fucking details. I thought my parents died in a damn car crash 10 years ago, Jesus." He snarls.

"Hunter don't play those fucking games with me! I know where you were last night. A fucking walk, my ass. I know what you were doing. You were with her! At her house. Probably fucking her too. Don't feed me bullshit Hunter. You're a fucking liar!" I bring my fist down hard on the wood of the bed, capturing Hunter's attention.

"I-I baby, let me explain." He brings his hands to my shoulders, forcing me to look at him. I back away from his grip, "Hunter get out." I manage to cough out while trying to keep the tears struggling to break from their barrier at bay.

He gives me one final glance before walking out the door.

I lose it. Dropping down to my knees as tears prick my cheeks.

All the trust that I have for Hunter is long gone down the drain now. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know who to trust. Im trapped. Trapped in a maze of lies and false hope with no way out. I just need...I need...

"A razor." The demons push their way into my thoughts. I push back, forcing them out. No, I need rest. I need to sleep and Hunter and I can figure this shit out tomorrow. I climb into bed ignoring the emptiness deep down in my heart. One night. One night without Hunter. I can live.

With one final glance towards the door, I slip into unconsciousness. 

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