Chapter 8
Hunter's POV
It was a while before Clea stopped crying. I don't think I was much help as I started crying to.
I just couldn't believe I had left her when she needed me the most, when I would have become a da. - But if I had stayed, Morgan, my love, would have died.-
We needed to talk about this, I needed to explain why I had left, and Clea needs to tell me what happened. She couldn't cope with it alone, I wouldn't let her.
I held her tightly wanting to comfort her. We sat there in silence as I stroked her hair - Goddess I had forgotten how soft it was. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't find the words.
'It's all my fault' Clea said suddenly. 'he was our son, I shouldn't have let him die!'
'What! Of course it wasn't your fault' I said shocked.
'Of course it was, I carried him. He was my responsibility.'
'Clea' I took her chin in my hand and tilted her head up so her intense blue eyes met mine. 'It wasn't your fault, these things happen, there's nothing you could have done, you're not to blame!'
'It feels like it' She turned her eyes away from mine as they started to fill with tears again.
I held her close to me. Before I left England, I don't think I ever saw Clea cry, and I grew up with her. She was always so strong, she didn't let anything get to her. She really has changed, and now I know why. Its like she's lost all that fire inside her, and I'm going to help her get it back.
'Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?' I asked gently.
'Because you weren't there to tell, I only found out after you had left'
Then without warning Clea stood up wobbling a bit. She wiped her eyes and said
'well no-ones found us, lets go, there's no point sitting here doing nothing'
She put out the fire and walked off, limping slightly.
Clea's POV
I walked off, pain shooting though my leg. I needed to get away from all Hunters questions. I just want to be my old self again. No more crying, no more hurt. Hopefully Sky can help me with that.
Hunter catches up with me and walks beside me. We walk silently for a while, trying to find the right direction to walk in.
Hunter opens his mouth to ask more bout what happened, but I cut him off straight way
'Hunter, can we not talk about that right now please. I'm not up to it'
'Ok' he answered simply. 'Then answer me this. How come you and Cal are such good friends all of a sudden?. You hated him!'
I considered my answer for moment.
'He helped me though the……..though the situation. He told me what happened here, He helped me and I helped him'
'How did you help him?' Hunter asked shocked and fearing my answer. I laughed to myself.
'Don't worry Hunter, it wasn't anything bad. I helped rehabilitate him to the good side, the Beautiful and moving side of Wicca. He really wanted help'.
'Hmm' Hunter replied, sounding deep in thought.
We carried on walking, trying to find the road or a nearby town.
We must have walked miles by the time we stumbled out onto the road. Right in front of an on coming car. Its headlights blinding us.