"Please Cristy, dont leave me." he grabbed my arm, begging me to stay.
"Hunter, I can't. Please Hunter, don't make this harder than it is." I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Hunter please, I don't have a choice." I started to cry.
"Cristy," I couldn't look up at him. Afraid that he'd see me like this. I hated to cry infront of people, especially him. He was a lot taller that me, he was stronger too. He had such an amazing heart. He understood me. He was perfect. But I couldn't stay with him. I shouldn't of told him I was leaving. I should've told him that I couldnt stay. It would have been better for both of us.
"I can't, I just can't Hunter." I said not looking at him. He put his hands on my shoulders.
"Cristy, i'm not going to try and stop you. All I want to know is, do you really love me?" He asked looking down on me. I was falling apart. What was I supposed to say to him? I know he wanted the truth, and the truth I just couldn't find. I really don't know if I had feelings for him or not. I had to go back to Chase, he was my boyfriend. He was mean at times, and got mad easily. He was nice when we first met. But when we got serious, he became over ruling. Sometimes we would get in huge fights,then when he said he was sorry I would always forgive him, and try to think things would get better, but they never did. They only got worse. Hunter was different, he was nice to me, he told me that I was beautiful, he would always know what to say, and most of all, he loved me.
I felt a hand on my arm, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"Cristy."He said softly.
"Hunter, you know I can't" I said crying hard now. He took his hand off my arm, and looked to the ground. He sighed, then brushed his hair back, and turned the other way.
I walked toward him slowly, and put both my hands on his back.
"I'm sorry Hunter. I'm so sorry."
3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter.
For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead.
Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years.
It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore.
Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him.
Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share.
At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles.
We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens.
But strangley, it's bringing us closer.
He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch.
Before I even realize it, I'm in love.
{ Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex
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