Chapter 2 She can never know
Hunter hung his head, that note fresh in his skull. How the hell did some psycho know his deepest shame? He had been so careful, every bridge that led to him had been burnt, no one could make the connection, Hunter had ran so far, so fast that all these years his deepest secret had remained a secret. Now some psycho wanted to drag it all up and spread it for the public eye. Hunter screwed the note up and started to burn it, just like he burnt all the paper work, no one could know about her, she could only hurt him and everything he had worked for, destroy everything that he had tried so hard to hide.
"Hey honey" Steph said cheerfully walking into the kitchen, his pride and joys, right behind their mummy. "You ok? You look pale"
"I'm ok, just worried"
"About Raven?" Steph asked gently as Murphy and Rory helped put away the groceries.
"Yeah" Hunter put out, he had no concerns about Raven, she stayed away from them. She lived in her room and only came down when she knew that everyone was asleep or out. At first it made him paranoid and a little weary especially when she was introduced to his two his young daughters, but Raven was pleasent, the two young girls loved tracing their fingers over her inked pictures.
"Hunter you don't think she's doing d-r-u-g-s do you?"
It took him a moment to put the word together, when he had he had to laugh, he knew an addict from a non addict. "No, she's not. But she is very anti social, you think she would be happy knowing that she has family now, after what happened to Shawn"
"Daddy, what happened to uncle Shawn?" Rory asked again, her little face alive with wonder.
"He went to heaven Rory, he has wings now"
"I can't wait till I get wings" Murphy piped up, "I'm gonna be so pretty"
"You will not be having wings anytime soon Murph, but if your really good I'll pick you up some butterfly wings"
Murphy clapped her hands "Yay! And can Rory have some?"
"Sure"
They both laughed as they ran into the other room. Steph looked to her husband, "Raven will be ok Hunter,"
"Yeah," Hunter said not believing it for a second, sure everything will be fine and fucking dandy, with a killer on the loose who knew his deepest darkest secret? Yeah fucking right.
It was well after midnight when Raven crept down the stairs, she always waited patiently for them to sleep before going downstairs and getting what she needed, it would take her through to the next night when she needed more food. She was shocked when she saw Hunter sitting at the table, head in his hands.
"Hi" Raven got out quite forced, since arriving she hardly spent anytime or energy with her 'family' Raven didn't want them to know that she was the reason uncle Shawn was in heaven.
"Hi. You ok?"
"Fine"
Hunter let out a sigh "You know you can come down every now and then, Steph is worried that your on drugs"
"Nope, just really anti social" Raven answered pulling down three coffee cups and all the ingredients for a coffee.
"Raven can you sit down? I think maybe we should talk"
"Not interested"
"Raven, sit down"
She gave him a cruel hard look, too many times she had been ordered to do things by Cody. "No thank you"
Hunter sighed as she went back to her coffee making, Hunter's eyes slid over her body taking in every inch of her. Before she turned around Hunter put his gaze to something that wasn't his neice.
"So what did your's say?" Raven asked finally locking eyes with him, his brown eyes burnt into her silver orbs.
"My what?"
"Your note from the creepy killer? I know he sent you one, your the caring uncle after all"
"It said the same as your's, obviously you got one"
"So what is it that you did that was so bad he's called you out about it?"
Hunter ignored her question and flipped out one of his own "What is it that your hiding Raven?"
She gave a coy shrug that made the shivers appear up his spine, always a bad sign "Lets just say, everythin I've done is wrong,"
Hunter didn't like the way she smirked at him before she took her cups and went back upstairs. Hunter had already decided that the only thing that mattered now was keeping his secret safe, even if that meant killing a few people.