Blaise Taylor
I blew the hair out of my eyes as large men threw me out of the back door. I landed in a pile of bin bags with a thud and a frustrated groan came out of my mouth.
I had definitely reached rock bottom.
Struggling to my feet, I attempted to scramble off of the rubbish I was thrown onto.
A pile of rubbish that a child ordered men, who I could easily kill, to throw me onto.
As I lost my balance and began to tumble backwards, a hand grabbed mine. Hunter stood before me, smiling awkwardly as he pulled me up.
Mumbling a small thanks, I turned around to leave, off to find a bar to drown my sorrows in.
"Blaise."
Hunter's heartbroken voice stopped me in my tracks and I twisted myself back around to face him.
"Blaise, please come back home with me."
He was begging and
