Hunter X Hunter (In the FBI)

Chapter 8: Sweet cheeks?

Chloe's POV

As I pull up to the supermarket I see Ginelle's car in the parking lot and I don't know what to do.

Six months after my dad died I quit gymnastics and she did everything in her power to get me to come back but I just couldn't.

A couple months later she stopped talking to me and I'm at peace with, but I know she isn't so I avoid her at all costs.

To make sure she doesn't recognize me I pull on a black hoodie and some sunglasses.

I make a bline for the icecream section and take six tubs of chocolate fudge brownie icecream and approach the cashier's fortunately I see her join the like so I make a u-turn then head to the yogurt section and pick up a tun of low fat yogurt.

I idle for a few more minutes then go to self check out.

As I step out of the supermarket I see her standing by my car.

Damn it.

I'll just call an uber, i can come get my car tomorrow.

With the life I'm living right now it's best if I stay away from everyone I used to know.

As I enter the house I see my mom leaving.

Didn't she just got back from work two hours ago?

"Mom what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm going back to work I just got called in for a extra shift." She says avoiding eye contact.

"You just got home a few hours ago and your leaving again, and you know what tomorrow is." I yep at her.

This is how it's been for the last three years, she throws herself into work not caring about her health and she avoids me at all cost.

"Don't for a second think that I have forgotten about him. He was the love of my life." She yells back at me.

"Don't play that card mom, I loved him just as much as you did and don't pretend that your the only one who lost him three years ago." I say trying my hardest not to cry.

"For you its been three years," she says with a grimm expression, "but for me it feels like eternity." A broken expression takes over her features as she pushes past me and head out the door.

My heart breaks for her, knowing that she has to live without the only man she ever loved.

But she acts like she's the only one who lost dad. I lost him too, I loved him too.

Am I not allowed to be sad or hurt by his lost, am I to pretend it doesn't affect me? Is she the only one hurting?

Ofcourse not.

I stuff all the things I bout in to refrigerator leaving one tub of icecream out.

I head up to my room and grab his favorite shirt from the back of my closet.

I can't believe it still smells like him after three years.

I pull out one of his jackets and rap myself in it then hug the shirt to my chest curl into a ball and start crying while eating our favorite icecream.

Chocolate, fudge with brownies.

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The next day I wake up to the sound of constant buzzing from my phone.

My eyes are swollen from all the crying over been doing and my throat is hoarse.

His shirt is soaking wet with tears but I just stuff it back in the back of my closet along with his jacket.

I take a cold shower letting the memories from three years ago run through my mind.

That day all I was focused on was landing my triple back.

And today I don't even remember the feeling I had that day after landing it. I don't even want to remember it.

I step out of the shower and throw on some yoga pants a tank top and an oversized black hoodie, finishing off the look with some dark glasses.

I grab my keeps and my phone ready to head out.

"Where the f**k is my car!" I yell at the empty parking spot.

Shit I left it at the grocery store last night.

I hire an uber, after getting my car I started my ritual for this day.

I get flowers visit my dad's grave and talk to him for hours.

I know he's disappointed in the path I've chosen but I can't forgive the heartless bastard who took him from. I won't forgive them, not until their dead.

It's now 2 in the afternoon and I know I have to head over to head quarters for my therapy sessions which I absolutely detest.

They think I want to speed the anniversary of my dad's death talking to some shrink who works for same company that got him killed in the first place.

Not to mention that the anniversary of my dad's death is also my f**king birthday.

How f**king bitter sweet is that.

And I wouldn't mind going another couple of months without seeing hunters face or hearing is fake friendly voice.

As I enter the building everyone on the front looks at my with pity and sadness. I hold my head straight heading for the elevator.

I don't have time for their false sentiments. They where probably glad he was gone so it would be that much easier for them to rank up.

As I get off the elevator I make a beeline for the councilors office hoping no one stops me.

"Hey there sweet cheeks." I heart Hunter's voice and for some reason it upsets me.

I hold my composure and pretend not to hear him, while going full speed ahead.

"So you planning on ditching my again." He say grabbing my arm stopping me in my tracks.

"Let go of me, I don't have time for this." I say in an icy tone.

"You know, the more you reject me the more it turns me on." He growls while gently pushing me to the wall.

"Only someone sick in the head would say that. Now move back before I hurry you." I say glaring at him forgetting I have sunglasses on.

For some unknown reason he let's go and moves back, maybe he heard the seriousness in my voice.

I walk away not uttering another word.

When I get to my appointment we do the usual but what caught me off guard was hunter leaning against the wall of the drinks office.

"Sorry if I cut into your appointment time." I mumble then walk away.

"For,?"I ask not the least bit intrested.

"Chill out, I was just trying to raise your mood. A little birdie told me it was your birthday," He says with an almost sad expression on his face.

"That birdie should have told you that I don't celebrate my birthday because it's the day my-

"Dad died. I know."

He catches my aff guard when he finishes my sentence.

Who told him that?

"I just wanted to see if I could get your mind off things, even for a little bit." He says and I can hear the sadness in his voice.

Is he being sincere?

"Look, I know what's its like.... losing a patent." He continues to speak and now I can heart the sadness and almost feel the pain in his voice.

"Okay, what do you have in mind?"

I can't believe I agreeing to this.