Author's Note~ okay! This goes backwards to Hunter's point of view. Just
thought I'd let you know so there was no confusion.
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Anxiety became visible in me. I had kept myself busy for a good part of the day. Now. I had a half an hour to spare, a half an hour before Morgan got let out of school. My right knee bounced crazily and my I couldn't decide what position to sit in. I hated waiting. My dad came down the stairs.
He gave me an awkward smile, "Giomanch, calm down."
"What do you mean? I'm calm. in fact I feel placid." I grabbed my knee and forced it to stop moving. Then I smiled up at my dad.
"That worked up over that girl, huh?" he asked.
"Yes, dad I love her. I love her to the point of self sacrifice." I explained.
"That's great." he left the room wandering into the kitchen.
Alone. Alone again. I checked my watch, twenty-four minutes. Bloody Hell! I really needed to get a damn television set! I couldn't stay still. Something had to be moving. First my knee, next my hands picking at places on the couch, then I started cracking my knuckles. For the next twenty minutes I did anything but sit still. Then I grabbed my car keys and practically ran out the door.
Nothing can stop me now! I thought happily. I was wrong. My stop sign leaned against the driver's door. She stared at me psychotically, "happy to see me?"
"Actually, Justine, happy is not the word I was stretching for." I answered.
"Surprised? Angered? Wondering what the hell I'm doing here?" She smiled brightly, a sexy sweet smile. Her huge brown eyes entrapped mine.
I shook them off, "that sums it up."
A gentle breeze blew through Justine's soft red hair. She moved towards me touching my chest with her index finger, "I am not here for you Hunter. You may be attractive, intellectual, and a good kisser but it didn't take me long to get over you. After what you did to me. You used my true name against me and made me destroy my knowledgeable records. For those reasons you must pay!"
Justine lifted her right hand and slapped my cheek harshly. I shoved her to the ground, "I had a job to do. I'm a seeker not a saint!"
She got to her feet removing a strand of hair from her face, "Oh. so I guess ruining my life was your JOB! Is that it? Did the council send you to destroy my life?"
"You destroyed your own life Justine!" I snapped viciously. Temptation hit me like a fist. I wanted to put a Braigh around her wrists and throw her into the Grand Canyon.
Her eyes slit at me, "I did NOT! YOU destroyed my life! YOU DID! Now, you'll pay! I know everything about you little girl friend! I'm the one you've been searching for like a chicken with your head cut off! I'm the one who's going to destroy your life if it's the last thing I do!" She darted off too quick to catch. I heard the engine of her truck roar as she veered off.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. Justine Courceau, out to get ME! Psycho! I started to walk back towards the house and then I remembered, MORGAN!
Anxiety became visible in me. I had kept myself busy for a good part of the day. Now. I had a half an hour to spare, a half an hour before Morgan got let out of school. My right knee bounced crazily and my I couldn't decide what position to sit in. I hated waiting. My dad came down the stairs.
He gave me an awkward smile, "Giomanch, calm down."
"What do you mean? I'm calm. in fact I feel placid." I grabbed my knee and forced it to stop moving. Then I smiled up at my dad.
"That worked up over that girl, huh?" he asked.
"Yes, dad I love her. I love her to the point of self sacrifice." I explained.
"That's great." he left the room wandering into the kitchen.
Alone. Alone again. I checked my watch, twenty-four minutes. Bloody Hell! I really needed to get a damn television set! I couldn't stay still. Something had to be moving. First my knee, next my hands picking at places on the couch, then I started cracking my knuckles. For the next twenty minutes I did anything but sit still. Then I grabbed my car keys and practically ran out the door.
Nothing can stop me now! I thought happily. I was wrong. My stop sign leaned against the driver's door. She stared at me psychotically, "happy to see me?"
"Actually, Justine, happy is not the word I was stretching for." I answered.
"Surprised? Angered? Wondering what the hell I'm doing here?" She smiled brightly, a sexy sweet smile. Her huge brown eyes entrapped mine.
I shook them off, "that sums it up."
A gentle breeze blew through Justine's soft red hair. She moved towards me touching my chest with her index finger, "I am not here for you Hunter. You may be attractive, intellectual, and a good kisser but it didn't take me long to get over you. After what you did to me. You used my true name against me and made me destroy my knowledgeable records. For those reasons you must pay!"
Justine lifted her right hand and slapped my cheek harshly. I shoved her to the ground, "I had a job to do. I'm a seeker not a saint!"
She got to her feet removing a strand of hair from her face, "Oh. so I guess ruining my life was your JOB! Is that it? Did the council send you to destroy my life?"
"You destroyed your own life Justine!" I snapped viciously. Temptation hit me like a fist. I wanted to put a Braigh around her wrists and throw her into the Grand Canyon.
Her eyes slit at me, "I did NOT! YOU destroyed my life! YOU DID! Now, you'll pay! I know everything about you little girl friend! I'm the one you've been searching for like a chicken with your head cut off! I'm the one who's going to destroy your life if it's the last thing I do!" She darted off too quick to catch. I heard the engine of her truck roar as she veered off.
I couldn't believe what had just happened. Justine Courceau, out to get ME! Psycho! I started to walk back towards the house and then I remembered, MORGAN!
