"Hunter, I have to tell you something." Sam said as she entered the living
room.
"What? You've found out that you're related to Prince Charles?" Hunter said sarcastically, looking up from his book. Watching the hurt that passed across Sam's face, he regretted saying it.
" I got Julia to send Morgan's mom's trunk." Sam said, shrugging off the verbal assault. "It will be here Sunday."
"Wow!" Hunter said, looking surprised, but still not happy with her, " Ok, well then, Sunday Morgan can come over and collect it." Hunter said, returning to his book.
" That's all?" Sam asked, not bothering to keep the edge of hysteria out of her voice, she couldn't take the silence any longer.
"Did you want an award?" Hunter asked, not looking up.
"Why are you being so MEAN HUNTER!" Sam said, now fully into a hysteric fit.
'I'm not being mean Samantha, your being paranoid. I'm just reading." Hunter said, trying to keep the paternal hurt from his voice.
"NO! You've been awful to me for the past three days! TALK TO ME!" Sam screamed at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You know you can always talk to me. What would you like to discuss?" Hunter said coolly, meeting her gaze, barely.
" THERE YOU GO AGAIN! With that cold-ass, phone recording act! I'm SICK of it Hunter! I can't take it! I'll go back home! I don't have to be here you know, or how about I just KEEP the trunk! I don't need a cousin! AND I DON"T NEED YOU!" Sam screamed, letting it resonate in the small room. Hot with rage, Sam ran to her room, and she started packing up her things.
Hunter appeared in the doorway. "Where will you go? You don't know anyone."
" Yes I do! I'll…. Go to Lauren's! Then I'll go home! I have money, I don't need YOU!" She said the last part with a sneer, meeting his gaze, she wasn't going to make this easy. If he was going to be awful, she would be bitchy, it wasn't like she wasn't in the mood.
Hunter was fighting an internal battle. He needed to drive her to Lauren's, to get her out of the house so she wouldn't come back. But he couldn't bear her anger, her pain. All the emotions he saw in her eyes got mirrored back to him.
'Fine. Go. Your just making things hard…" he struggled," I…I..Don't, I don't want you here anyway." He said, turning quickly into his room and locking himself in.
He slid down to sit at the base of the door; his knees tucked up, his face in his hands. He could hear her screaming, and crying. He couldn't fold. This was to SAVE her he reminded himself. Drive her to her little friend, she was a blood witch, but her parents had wards and locks on everything. Magic couldn't be detected there. Shaking, he listened to her scream, then call up Lauren. He heard the car and Sam as she left the house. When she was gone, Hunter came out. Looking into her room, he saw nothing but the bare bed frame and dresser. She really did take everything, Hunter sighed. 'Goddess, deliver me." Hunter breathed, running his hand through his damp hair, "Now. To work"
"What? You've found out that you're related to Prince Charles?" Hunter said sarcastically, looking up from his book. Watching the hurt that passed across Sam's face, he regretted saying it.
" I got Julia to send Morgan's mom's trunk." Sam said, shrugging off the verbal assault. "It will be here Sunday."
"Wow!" Hunter said, looking surprised, but still not happy with her, " Ok, well then, Sunday Morgan can come over and collect it." Hunter said, returning to his book.
" That's all?" Sam asked, not bothering to keep the edge of hysteria out of her voice, she couldn't take the silence any longer.
"Did you want an award?" Hunter asked, not looking up.
"Why are you being so MEAN HUNTER!" Sam said, now fully into a hysteric fit.
'I'm not being mean Samantha, your being paranoid. I'm just reading." Hunter said, trying to keep the paternal hurt from his voice.
"NO! You've been awful to me for the past three days! TALK TO ME!" Sam screamed at him, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You know you can always talk to me. What would you like to discuss?" Hunter said coolly, meeting her gaze, barely.
" THERE YOU GO AGAIN! With that cold-ass, phone recording act! I'm SICK of it Hunter! I can't take it! I'll go back home! I don't have to be here you know, or how about I just KEEP the trunk! I don't need a cousin! AND I DON"T NEED YOU!" Sam screamed, letting it resonate in the small room. Hot with rage, Sam ran to her room, and she started packing up her things.
Hunter appeared in the doorway. "Where will you go? You don't know anyone."
" Yes I do! I'll…. Go to Lauren's! Then I'll go home! I have money, I don't need YOU!" She said the last part with a sneer, meeting his gaze, she wasn't going to make this easy. If he was going to be awful, she would be bitchy, it wasn't like she wasn't in the mood.
Hunter was fighting an internal battle. He needed to drive her to Lauren's, to get her out of the house so she wouldn't come back. But he couldn't bear her anger, her pain. All the emotions he saw in her eyes got mirrored back to him.
'Fine. Go. Your just making things hard…" he struggled," I…I..Don't, I don't want you here anyway." He said, turning quickly into his room and locking himself in.
He slid down to sit at the base of the door; his knees tucked up, his face in his hands. He could hear her screaming, and crying. He couldn't fold. This was to SAVE her he reminded himself. Drive her to her little friend, she was a blood witch, but her parents had wards and locks on everything. Magic couldn't be detected there. Shaking, he listened to her scream, then call up Lauren. He heard the car and Sam as she left the house. When she was gone, Hunter came out. Looking into her room, he saw nothing but the bare bed frame and dresser. She really did take everything, Hunter sighed. 'Goddess, deliver me." Hunter breathed, running his hand through his damp hair, "Now. To work"