Never let you go

Chapter 45

Grey:

After waiting in line for the bathroom for what felt like I forever I come out expecting Hunter to be waiting outside like he always is but he is nowhere in sight. Weird. I don't panic though, he's probably with Nate. I'm about to go look for him when Sam comes rushing towards me looking freaked out which automatically makes my stomach tie up in knots.

"Sam what's wrong?"

Her face grows grimmer if that's even possible and I can tell her next words are going to hurt me. "Hunter left" she tells me.

"What?" I ask because that doesn't make sense. Hunter wouldn't just leave.

"I saw that sleaze ball Grayson talking to him and he looked pissed. When I went over to ask what happened he just told me to tell you he had to go and then he stormed out of here. You should go find him Grey. He didn't look good."

By the sad strained look on Sam's face I can only imagine what Grayson said to Hunter and how Hunter could be feeling right now. I feel anger and fear rise up inside me at the same time, as well as pain for Hunter, because whenever he's hurting so am I. I could kill Grayson right now and I don't even know what he said. I want to find him and rip him a new one but I remind myself that I need to find Hunter first. Hunter comes first. He always will.

As I run out of the bar I see Grayson laughing with his friends and once again I pause as I think about hitting him but I shake off the feeling and keep moving. Hunter was right I shouldn't have been nice to that guy. I should have stayed clear of him. I owed Hunter an apology. I just hope he can forgive me.

I run to Hunter's apartment hoping and praying the whole way there that he is actually in there. If he's in there that means he wants to be found. It means he wants me to find him. If he's not . . . well I don't even want to think about what that means.

By the time I get there I'm winded as I run up the stairs forcing my feet just a little bit further. When I reach his door I pound on it hard and then pause hoping to hear movement, some sign that he's in there. Nothing. I pound again and this time I yell to him that it's me. I beg for him to answer telling him I'm not leaving until he opens the door just in case he's actually in there. I wait again. Still there's nothing. I sink to the ground feeling defeated. I try to think of where the hell he could be and I text Sam to see if she could check and see if he went to our apartment. It didn't seem likely but I couldn't give up hope yet. I feel momentarily bad for ruining her night but then I remind myself that Sam is family and she would do anything for me.

As I sit and wait to hear from her I knock every so often still hoping like an idiot that maybe he's in there. If he knows I'm out here and that it's late he's bound to open the door because I know my safety will win out over his anger. Or at least I hope it will. I try to think of other places he might have gone but I come up completely empty. He doesn't know many places, especially since he lost his memory and even before then we only frequented a few places and most them closed before nine. I was at a loss and I hated it. I hated feeling so helpless.

Twenty minutes later Sam texts me to let me know Hunter isn't there but that she'll stay there for the rest of the night in case he comes by. I thank her and then she asks if I want help looking but I tell her no. I need to do this alone. Besides I can take care of myself. It's about time I stepped up and started being strong again. I couldn't rely on my friends and family to hold me up forever. I had been doing it way too long.

I stand up and begin to head down the stairs when I hear my phone ring and my heart leaps as I reach for it hoping to see Hunter's name. My heart falls when I see that it's not, but I feel some hope when I see Nate's name. Maybe he's seen Hunter.