{ 3 Months Later }

"Hunter,"

"Coffee,"

"Hunter,"

"Coffee,"

"Hunter, get out of bed."

"Chris, make me coffee,"

I rolled my eyes and looked at Hunter from where he lay in the bed. He needed to get up for therapy, but decided that he should stay up until 7am..even though he knew he was up at 8. Strange, strange child.

"I want you to get up,"

"I want coffee,"

"You're so awkward," I face palmed myself. "What's wrong? Do you not wanna go to therapy?"

He sat up, cross legged in his boxers. He had on an antilife shirt, the black one with a white cross on it. Under the cross it said "believe it yourself" and I really thought he suited it. His black hair was shaggy and his bangs half in his eyes. He grabbed his lip, something he did when he was nervous and then he looked at me with his childlike eyes.

"I don't like it,"

"Why not?"

"Dr Brown,"

I sighed before sitting next to him on the bed. Wrapping an arm around his skinny body, I ruffled his hair. "What if we got you another therapist? Would that help,"

"I don't like it,"

"But Hunter, they're trying to help you,"

"No.."

"Yes,"

"You help more than they do," he muttered. "All they do is make me say shit,"

"What do they make you say?"

"Stuff...,"

"Literally, Hunter."

"lit..a..ly..?"

"Doesn't matter," I sighed and stood up, pulling him along with me. "I'll make you coffee, we'll go to therapy, I'll tell Dr Brown to make it short, 15 minutes at the most, then we'll come back and make pizza, okay?"

"Lisa's coming?"

I mentally kicked myself. "How did you know?"

"You're nicer when she comes,"

"That's not true," I assured him. "I just know you don't like her. I still don't get why you don't like her though,"

"Cause she's a fucking-"

I held my hand over his mouth and he cringed. "Don't say it," I closed my eyes, knowing exactly what he would've said if I didn't stop him. I didn't know why he thought Lisa was a whore. She wasn't. She was nowhere near close to that- "Hunter, what the hell?!"

He literally kicked me away from him and I fell back down on the bed. He didn't look at me, just sat down in the corner of the room and pulled his knees up to his chest. He held himself, putting his head on his knees and rocking back and forth a little.

"Hunter, what's wrong?" I asked him quietly. Anything could set him off. He had the moodswings of a bipolar girl when she was PMSing without medication. One minute he was the laid back, swearing teenager addicted to coffee. Then he was the scared little boy I first brought home.

I crawled over to him, listening to his whimpers. Putting a hand on his arm, he shoved me away. Had I done something?

"Hunter, what did I do?"

"I don't like it," he whimpered. He sucked in a deep breath and lifted his head up a little, showing me his red, teary eyes.

"What don't you like?"

"What you did," he shook.

I thought back, thinking over every move I made. He was fine until we spoke about Lisa. He was gonna call her a whore, so I covered his mouth. Was that it?

"When I put my hand on your mouth?"

He nodded.

"Why did that make you upset?"

"Dad did it," he said emotionlessly. "So Mom..couldn't hear what he..,"

I caught on completely and took in a deep breath. Holding my arms out, Hunter moved inbetween them and wrapped his own around me. His head fell into my chest and he whimpered more as I tried to calm him down.

"I'm sorry. I wont do it again," I assured him. "I wont do it again,"

***

I sat in the waiting room, wanting time to speed up. I had another 10 minutes before I could take Hunter home, and then that was going to be hard work because now Lisa was bringing her daughter..who Hunter deeply despised.

Kat didn't know about Hunter's attempt at suicide. I'd decided not to tell her anything because I saw how upset he got the last time I told her about his past. Maybe if things got more serious with me and Lisa, maybe if we were married one day and they were related, then I'd tell kat things. She'd deserve to know if her step brother was alright.

Hunter didn't really remember much of what he did last night. He knew he took a couple of white tablets and drunk 2 full bottles of wine. He'd needed his stomach pumped and his head was in agony for a few days, but after that he was fine. Suicide watch for a while, Doctors made sure he didn't need help from a mental hospital. I talked them out of that. Hunter in a mental hospital would just be choas.

Besides, he was sort of getting better. Well, maybe not better. He was..changing. He was changing a hell of a lot. When I first saw him, he was a cute little traumatized boy in need of love. He'd been like that for a while. Then I brought him home. And he'd changed since then.

He swore a lot more and he picked up some sort of an attitude. He was just angry at the world when he wasn't angry at himself. I knew he cut. I tried my best to stop it. I didn't check his wrists cause I knew that would make him uncomfortable. But I got really strong razors so he couldn't pick the blade out. I hid sharpeners so he couldn't fight the blade from that. Scissors, knives, forks, anything sharp was locked away in a cupboard which only i had the key to. All that Hunter had was repeatedly banging his head against a wall which he did quite often. He was gonna give himself a concussion soon. He'd already dented the wall.

Hunter was still cute as hell, don't get me wrong. He still had that look of innocence in his eyes. But looking deep into him, you could see the anger. His fists clenched, his eyes glared, he was just angry. And I didn't know what the hell to do. I couldn't shout, he'd get scared and freak out more than needed. But I couldn't let him off because then he'd just become completely out of control.

The door opened and I smiled as Hunter walked out, followed by Dr Brown. That's when my smile faded though and I sighed. Dr Brown had a burst lip.

"Hunter,"

-

{ Hunter }

"I'll be back soon," Chris leaned towards me and ruffled my hair. He walked over to Lisa, kissed her slutty lips and gave me some sort of sympathetic smile as he walked out. He was gonna go talk to Dr Brown, say sorry because I punched him. Chris was mad at me. But he didn't know why I punched him. He didn't know why.

"Chris told me what happened today," Lisa murmured as she sat down next to me. I cringed away from her, looking down. I didn't wanna talk to the fucking whore. Cause that's all she was. A fucking, fucking, whore. I tried to stand up but she put her hand on my shoulder and pulled me back down. "Why did you punch him, Hunter?"

I shoved her off me. She was a fucking whore and she was hurting Chris. No one should hurt Chris. He didn't deserve any hurt or any bad things happening to him. He was really really really good. He didn't deserve the bad.

Lisa sighed. "I think I know why. Is it because of what you saw the other day?"

Yes. Yes it fucking was. I just nodded, I didn't realy wanna talk to the fucking whore. She was the type of person that my Dad hated. He hated whores. I dunno why because he sort of was one. But if he hated them then i had to as well. Otherwise he'd got mad and..he'd hurt me.

"What did you see the other day Hunter?"

"You fucked,"

She laughed a little. "Yes. We did..but you know something? You can't tell Chris,"

I just looked down. I really fucking hated her. I wanted to tell Chris so much. I wanted to tell him that his fucking girlfriend was a fucking whore. I tried to earlier and he got mad..I tried to months ago and he got mad. He got mad whenever I told the truth. He hated me.

"You hurt Chris,"

"You can't tell him,"

"But you hurt him,"

"Hunter..you can't tell him,"

"But-"

"Hunter!" I felt something cold lean against the front of my neck and I sighed. So she was a fucking psycho as well as a whore? Chris picked them well. First he picked the completely fucked up orphan boy, then the fucked up whore.

I pressed my hand on top of Lisa's, applying more pressure to the knife. It eventually dug into my skin and she held it away from me, throwing it into the sink.

"Listen," she growled. "You tell Chris and I'll take you back to your Dad, understand? I'll take you to a family that will treat you worse. Would you like that? Would you liked to be raped again, Hunter?"

I shook my head..I really didn't want that.

"Then do me a favor, and keep your fucking mouth shut."

***

"Ow! Hunter! Hunter you're hurting me! Hunter stop! Chris! Chris!"

"Just fuck off!" I screamed and let go of Kat's wrist, pushing her to the floor. I didn't want to hurt her. She'd helped me that night and she'd been really nice. But this was the only way to make Lisa go away. If I fucked up things and got Kat to hate me, Chris and Lisa would never be able to get married and then she couldn't hurt him.

I felt bad for hurting Kat. But Chris was more important. I was doing this for Chris cause he helped me more than she did. He was more important.

"Hunter, what did you do?!"

I looked at Chris, no emotion in my face. Then I looked at Kat and glared at her. She moved back a little bit as Chris helped her up and then she sighed.

"It's ok," she assured him. Wait, what the fuck?! "It was an accident,"

"What did he do?"

"He just pushed me,"

Chris turned to me. "Why?!"

I didn't answer. I couldn't tell him why because then he'd just get even more pissed off and I'd have to run out because I got so fucking scared when he was pissed off.

"Hunter! Answer me?!"

He was pissed. So I got the fuck out.

***

Now I had like, no fucking clue where I was. Some alley way. And there were 2 guys at the end of it, how cliche? I wanted to walk away but I stayed put. Walking off would take effort and right now, I had no effort for fucking anything.

"Hey kid?"

Shit.

"What you doing out here?"

Standing against a wall, as you can see.

"You ok, kid?"

Yeah. I'm fucking dandy.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Cause Daddy told me not to speak to strangers, just let them fuck me.

"Want a ride home?"

Because I'm that fucking stupid.

"Come on," one of them took my arms and pulled me close. "Our car's right there,"

"Get the fuck off me!" I hissed and kicked him hard between the legs. He fell down to the floor, clutching himself as he groaned and twisted around in pain. The other one just stared at me and walked forwards, sighing.

"You shouldn't have done that," he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me up against the wall. I didn't struggle, I needed to play him. I knew how to do this by now. Now i knew how to defend myself. He brought his lips close to my neck, his tongue licking up my skin. And as his hands roamed my body, I grabbed them.

He chuckled. "What do you think you're do-" I cut him off by kneeing him hard just like the other guy. This one didn't fall to the ground, he just groaned back in pain and closed his eyes for a second. I took that chance and punched him hard in the face, pushing him into the wall so I could make a run for it.

I didn't get far. My leg was grabbed and I fell down hard to the floor, my head slamming down against the concrete. I whimpered and held myself as tight as possible. I didn't want anything to happen. I just wanted to be on my fucking own.

"Come on," the man mumbled. "He's not worth this,"

"But-"

"No," he growled. "Let's just go,"

The guy who had hold of me lifted me to sit up and then he stared at me, sighing and shaking his head. He grabbed a few binds from his pocket and put tone of them between my lips, leaving the other 2 at my side. He tossed me a lighter and ruffled my hair.

"You look like you could loosen up,"

-

{ Kat }

Something banged and I sat up on the couch, rubbing my eyes. Chris and Mom were asleep. Mom had assured Chris not to call the Police because they wouldn't even be able to do anything unless Hunter had been missing 24 hours. He'd only been out for about an hour and a half.

I wasn't mad at Hunter for hurting me earlier. I just couldn't be. He'd been through so much in his life, so much violence, he didn't know what to do. It wasn't his fault. I just had to keep reminding myself that.

Standing up to go see what had made the noise, I walked over to the front door and..Hunter. He was on the floor, trying to stand up. Was he drunk? Was he high? I dunno. But he wasn't in a normal state.

"Hunter," I sighed and closed the door. I grabbed his hands and pulled him up, wrapping an arm around his shoulder to keep him balanced. He laughed a little as he stumbled with me towards the couch, and he collapsed on it as I let go.

"What the hell?" I demanded.

"I'm hungry,"

"Got the munchies?"

"Monkeys?"

"You're high," I'd seen my Mom high a few times after my Dad died. She got the serious case of the munchies and put on about 5 pounds in 2 days. It was kinda funny, but then it wasn't. She was my Mom and I was looking after her. I sighed. "Want food?"

"Want pizza,"

"We finished the rest of the pizza for dinner,"

He honestly looked like he was going to cry. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,"

"It's fine," I shook my head. "I'll find you something else, ok?"

He nodded and snuggled himself into the couch. There was no denying it, he looked absolutley adorable.

"Ok," he murmured.

"Right," I mused. "I'll be right back,"

So I walked into the kitchen, grabbing just about as much junk as I could find. Hunter should be high more often, then he'd eat shit and gain weight. Seriously, he looked anorexic. Which he hopefully wasn't. I mean, all he ever ate was pizza and all he drunk was coffee and whatever alcahol he could find. It wasn't his fault though. It would never be his fault.

"Ok I got chips, I got ice cream, I got soda, I got-" I looked at Hunter and sighed. "You're asleep, great."

Sitting down on the couch, I lifted Hunter's feet and placed them over my knees. I'd get on the other couch but this one was comfy and had a better angle to see Hunter at. You know, in case he got scared or something. I was round one night he had a nightmare and it got pretty hysterical.

I looked at Hunter. He was really cute. Even when he was angry as hell, he was still cute as hell. He was adorable. He had absolutley huge eyes and they were really beautiful. His whole existance was beautiful. He deserved so much more in life than what he'd had to start off with.

"You ok?" I asked Hunter as he stirred a little. He reached forwards, eyes closed and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly. He murmured something completely muffled into his hand so I couldn't understand any of it, but after that he became quiet.

 And I eventually fell asleep, holding hands with the abused broken boy. And being completely truthful, it was nice.

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(AN) It's weird how they don't hate each other yet, aaaaaah<3