The Next Morning...
Hunter’s Father’s House
8:56 AM
I opened my eyes again, unsure of everything that happened last night. I had a blurry memory of Hunter punching the concrete floor over and over again.
I glanced around the room after realizing I was lying in bed. The decor and the photos on the wall made me realize exactly where I was.
Didn’t he say he was disgusted? Didn't he say I was filthy? Then why did he bring me here?
Click!
I looked away when the person who walked in had a cold, stern face. His hand was wrapped in a bandage, and blood was seeping through the fabric.
"Does your head hurt?" His uninjured hand touched my forehead.
I shook my head instead of answering. The truth was, my head throbbed painfully, but I didn't want to bother him anymore.
I tried to push myself
