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“Let me fuckin’ at him!”
“You’re acting like a fucking monster!” I scolded, darting my eyes between Todd’s injuries and Hunter’s scowl.
He took a step back with a pained expression, tilting his head to one side as he surveyed the mess he created.
“After all this time…” he muttered, barely a whisper. “You still don’t see it.”
Hunter parted the crowd of curious bodies and stomped through, slamming the front door open violently.
I ran after him, finding him stepping into his truck and shutting the door.
“Hunter, stop.” I banged on the windows repeatedly, but he just glared at me with an icy stare, cranking the ignition.
“Hunter, please don’t drive like this!” I screamed, begged, pleaded.
But it was no use.
Once he tore his eyes away from mine, he backed out of the parking lot, forcing me to fumble backwards onto the gravel.
I watched the back of his truck turn onto the road, disappearing into the night’s fog.
The commotion coming from inside Cid’s was no match to the clanging breaths escaping my mouth. It was all I could hear. The sound of my pulse, the patter of my heart, my ear drums ringing and ringing and ringing.
I can’t… I can’t do this to him.Fuck!I have to do this.With tentative movements, I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, dialling 9-1-1.
I swallowed the bullets cascading down my throat as an officer announced a hello.
“I’d like to report a drunk driver down Tintsy Road…” Tears flowed down my face as I released a hushed sob, knowing there was no miracle in the world that could fix what I was about to do. “Black truck, licence plate 923 – N72.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Hunter
Ididn’t even try to fight off the drunk as I zoomed down the backroad going 75mph.
Bambi’s fuckwit of an ex had the balls to show his face at Cid’s Pub and I just so happen to have overheard most of what that bastard had to say.
I didn’t do nothin’ wrong. I didn’t do shit!Fuck!He was provoking her, egging her on, making her feel like a goddamn fool and I took it upon myself to change his fucking diapers and wipe that grin clean off his face.
But Bambi, no, to her I was a mother fucking monster. I was the villain, I was the piece of shit who tried to protect her but no,NO! Ha-ha, I’d done nothing right, clearly not there, not anywhere.
I blastedSympathy For The Devil,pressing harder on the gas as the tears stung my eyes.
This road. This very road I was with you, ma. Four years ago, I watched you suffer. I watched you take your last breath. Now it’s my turn.
The wind pushed against my truck but I carried on, driving until the black trees morphed into one big mountain.
“Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name…” I sang, tapping my fingers against the wheel.
Why’d she look at me like that? Like I was a psychopath that was going to kill him? I wasn’t going to kill him, fuck, he just needed a little rough up.
“Ah, what's puzzling you, is the nature of my game, oh yeah…”The sound of the radio tuned in and out as I screamed the lyrics.
“I watched with glee, while your kings and queens, fought for ten decades, for the gods they made!”
A barrage of sirens wailed out of nowhere as a trail of blue and red lights followed my truck, honking their horns to pull me over.
“The fuck?” I squinted, adjusting my vision to my rear-view mirror.
