DRUNK

HUNTER'S P.O.V

(PRESENT DAY)

I staggered into the room, half-naked and slightly unconscious, my shirt was nowhere to be found.

My head is banging and a voice cut through the haze— it belonged to Vera.

"Oh my God," she whispered into her phone as her head turned in my direction.

"Hunter just walked in."

The line went dead, and Vera got up from where she sat.

My blurred vision caught her damp face, matted with tears and sweat— she had been crying.

"Who... was that?" My voice sounded hazy as I squinted at her.

Vera's head shook as she took in the pitiful state I was in.

"Hunter..." her voice broke. "Where have you been? You've been gone for days."

I tried to get words out of my mouth, but I belched loudly instead.

"You...you can't keep doing this. You can't keep disappearing," she stammered.

"Baby." I reached out, missing her by inches. "Don't cry."

I beckoned her to come to me. I wanted to feel her because she was all I needed right now.

Vera didn't move, so I went to meet her. She stood in front of me, looking the sexiest she'd ever been.

Her hair was down, spilling freely over her shoulders. Half her ass was out as her shorts also failed to keep her decent.

The crop top she wore hugged her tightly, revealing her toned stomach. And her tits... God, her big tits, her top could not even contain them.

*Fuck!*

"Were you expecting me?" I asked, a crooked smile played on my lips as I pulled her close.

My arms wrapped around her, and I kissed the top of her head, taking in her scent.

"Hunter, you can't keep doing this..."

I ran my hands over her hips and waist, feeling the smoothness of her skin. She smelled so fucking good.

I wished she would stop talking, enjoy the moment, then let me fuck the shit out of her.

My cock strained painfully against my trousers, and I grabbed her bare ass, grinding into her front.

Vera yelped, pulling away. "Hunter, stop!"

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"Because I'm trying to talk to you," she cried.

"Then shut up and stop talking," I said, anger slowly rising in my voice.

"Why are you being this way? Where did you go?" Vera asked, ignoring my pressing need for her touch.

I pushed past her. "I can't deal with this."

"Hunter?" she called. "You can't just disappear without telling anyone."

God, I wished she would stop talking.

"You can't—"

"Vera, if you don't want to have sex, I suggest you shut the fuck up and leave me alone."

My voice was harsh, and Vera instantly went mute.

My eyes stayed fixed on her for what felt like forever, daring her to speak to me again.

Her mouth opened, probably wanting to say something, but she shut it immediately.

*Wise choice.*

I marched to the mini fridge tucked in the corner of our room, ripping it open.

I scrambled through it, and there's not a can of beer in sight.

"You weren't like this before, Hunter," Vera spoke from behind me, her voice gentle.

"I fucking warned you," I said furiously.

"You can talk to me, you don't tell me anything anymore," Vera began to cry.

"Where's the beer? Where did you put it?"

"Away! Because I knew you'd do this," she screamed at me.

I stormed at her, grabbing her shoulders. She couldn't even look at me, her head bent as she cried profusely.

"Just tell me where you put it," I said as calmly as I could.

"You were never like this, Hunter. Please talk to me," she said, ignoring my questions.

"Stop!" I yelled, pushing her violently, watching her fall hard to the ground.

*Fuck, I didn't mean to do that *

Vera was on the floor, holding on to her arm, crying.

"Vera Baby, I'm sorry," I whispered.

But there was something about this that excited me. Seeing her on the floor in pain, her current state kept the blood flowing in my cock.

*That's sick.*I thought wildly.

I turned away from her, trying to drown that thought from building further.

I was regaining consciousness, and I didn't want that. I needed alcohol now. I thought hard, taking a quick scan of the room. My eyes stopped at one of Vera's drawers.

*Bingo.*

I hadn't found my beer yet, but I knew it would be there. I also knew it would be locked.

I walked to the drawer, tugging the handle, it didn't open.

My assumptions were right. Vera had locked it, but a stupid lock and key wouldn't stop me.

I kicked down the drawer, it broke as it fell, and my beer cans came rolling out.

Quickly, I took one, snapping it open and pouring the contents into my mouth.

My throat burned, but that didn't stop me from taking another can, downing the contents of it also. The alcohol hit immediately, and I was glad.

Whatever happened next, whatever I did, I'd have the alcohol to blame.

I turned to Vera again, my eyes narrowed.

She still held her arm, she was still in pain, and there was nothing I wanted more than to twist her arm all the way back, causing her more pain.

I took a step towards her, pure wrath in my eyes. Vera saw this, and she struggled to get away from me.

As she crawled, the memories I had buried so deep returned to me in quick flashes.

Mum on the floor, just like Vera...

"Hunter, please," she begged.

"It seems you want something from me," I said as I walk slowly towards her, dropping the empty can on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I don't," she sobbed.

"No, Vera, it's a little too late for that. Tell me what you want?" My voice was louder than her pathetic cry.

"I'm sorry, Hunter. I care about you."

"If you cared, you wouldn't have hidden my beer," I yelled, grabbing her by the arm that hurt.

Now my face meets hers, and all I saw was fear. She closed her eyes tightly, sobbing so hard.

*You're a monster...just like him.*

My chest stung with pain, immediately feeling sorry for her.

I loosened my grip on her arm.

"Vera Baby," my voice breaking instantly.

Her eyes opened, blinking through her tears.

"I'm sorry," I begged, like my senses had finally returned to me, like that "thought" had put me in check.

I bit hard on my lip to keep them from trembling, and Vera watched through teary eyes.

I held her face in my hands, wiping all her tears away. Vera's frozen, not knowing what to do with herself.

I pressed my lips against hers, tasting the saltiness of her tear-stained lips. I pulled away, but that single memory returned again.

My mother, screaming in agony.

I seized Vera's arm again, yanking her up to her feet, listening to the sound of her own agonising scream.