‼️ON PAUSE‼️ 'Cause The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You

*Hunter's POV*
It all started six years ago. My father cheated on my mom. She was heart-broken. She loved him with all her heart. She wanted to give him everything he could imagine, even though we didn't have a lot of money. My father loved my mother with all of his heart too. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to take care of her and make sure she was okay. I like to say, "Shit happens" because it does. I don't think my father meant to cheat. It was a mistake, and a big one at that. I was only ten years old when this happened. We lived in a nice house in rural Massachusetts. But my mother left him and took me with her. We lived in a small apartment in the city. She tried hiding from my dad even though he wasn't looking for her to hurt her; he was looking for her in the chance that she might forgive him and take him back. My dad hated himself for doing this to her. He wanted her back. He wanted her to love him again. She just couldn't find it in her heart to.

A year after this, my father found us. He came to our apartment in the hopes of finally winning back mom. She was angry at him still. They got into an arguement and she told him to go jump off a bridge. He looked heart-broken. He stormed out of the room and left. And we didn't hear from him for a week. My mother felt relieved. Then she was watching the news one day. I was in my room doing homework. I heard a loud scream. I ran into the living room and saw my mom on the floor sobbing. I looked on to the screen.
"33 year old male jumps off apartment building in a suicide attempt"
I fell to my knees.
"33 year old Tony Braza jumped off the Glendale Apartment complex on Thursday. He died at the scene. Police say he left a note. It has not yet been released to the public."
I started crying. My dad killed himself because my mom never forgave him, and never took him back, and he hated himself for ruining his marriage.

Two years later my mom met Jeremy. Jeremy Gray. He was a business man. He owned his own business. My mom was 35 and Jeremy was 43. They didn't care about the age difference because they loved eachother. They got married and even had a baby, my little sister Leah. I liked Jeremy. He and I had a relationship that my father and I never had. We played catch, and watched sports together. Our family was happy. Well, we were happy when we lived back in Massachusetts. Since Jeremy ran a business he had to travel, a lot. So his job was opening an office in California. He decided he was going to move out there with his family. So we went. I wasn't really excited about leaving my friends, but I was excited about moving out there. I was 13 at the time when we moved. I made friends pretty easily there. They all really liked me.

A couple months after we moved, Jeremy got really busy. He was never really home. He was usually on business trips. I wanted to hang out with him one weekend. I went into his office and asked if we could go see a movie. He was talking on his phone and he didn't hear me. Then he told me that he didn't have time, that he had to prepare for his next business trip. So I blew it off. This was the first time this happened to me so I didn't think anything of it. When he came home two weeks later I asked him again. He said he was working on a project that had to get done, so we couldn't hang out. I thought nothing of it. Then it happened again. The third and final time. When I asked him if we could watch the football game together, he said no, he was too busy. I blew up. I couldn't handle it anymore. I yelled at him. I said he never had time for the family, that he didn't care anymore. I stormed out of the house and ran away. I couldn't take it anymore, all of his ignorance.

September rolled around and it was back to school. Jeremy and I were still not getting along. School wasn't going well either. All the friends I had all of a sudden didn't like me anymore. They acted like I was some kind of evil being, like I had a disease. I became hated. Months went by and it never got better. I never got better. My grades sucked. Then the grade cards came home. Jeremy was the first to see his "genius step-son's" grades. He opened the card and his eyes grew wide. He threw it to the floor and rushed over to me. He began yelling at me and then he hit me. I fell to the ground. I knew it was all fake. Everything he did to me, for me, it was all fake. That started my self hate. I thought I wasn't good enough for him, that I never would be. So I started to bully this one little kid. He was short and small; The perfect target. His name was Danny.

*Flashback*

"Hey Fag! Get your ass over here!" I shouted at the shivering, little man.
"Hey Hunter...I'm almost done writing your paper... Don't worry..." He stuttered.
"Got your lunch money on ya?!" I shouted, while he pulled a couple of dollars out of his pocket.
I snatched it from him and smacked his books out of his hand.
"Catch ya later, dimwit." I walked away laughing.
Danny wasn't a nerd, but he wasn't stupid either. He had good grades and was able to write a paper for English. He didn't wear short pants and suspenders, he wore things similar to my style; Skinny jeans and band t-shirts.

He never sat alone at lunch. He had friends; A girl with bright red hair, and a girl with auburn brown hair. They all looked like they fit together. They were always laughing and talking. I didn't want Danny to be happy, he wasn't allowed to be happy. I got up from my lunch table and walked over to theirs.
"English is next, I want my paper now asshole." I said loudly.
"Hey,you have no right to talk to him that way!" Said the girl with bright red hair. She stood up.
I walked over to her and got up in her face. "And what are you gonna do about it, Crayola?"
"That isn't my name!" She shouted at me.
"Well it looks like a marker exploded all over your hair."
I walked over to Danny and snatched the paper out of his hand.
"See you next time, fatty!" I yelled to him.
I went and sat back down at my table. I looked over to their table and saw Danny leaning his head on his hands. The girls were comforting him. I don't get it. I never do, and I never will.

A couple weeks later I was in science class. I was totally zoned out and looking around the room. There was that girl again, the one with the auburn hair. She sat right in front of me. I leaned forward and poked her with my pen. She turned around. She was really really pretty. She had hazel eyes. They were gorgeous. She looked at me with a smile.
"Can I borrow your science notes?" I asked.
"Sure." She handed me her notebook.
Then the bell rang. I walked out of the classroom quickly.
"Hey! Wait!" I heard her shout.
I ran a little quicker to my locker. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, you need to stop being mean to Danny. He didn't do anything to you."
I looked into her eyes. "Okay." I said quietly.
I walked away from her.

After that day, I never bullied Danny again. I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to impress her. I liked her, a lot. I never actually hung out with anyone though. I was still kind of alone. People said I acted tough so no one wanted to talk to me. I was nice to Carry, the red-headed girl. She and I texted a little. She sent me a recording one day. It was of someone singing. They sounded amazing. Then she sent me a phone number. It was the person who was singing. I texted them. I had to find out their name. And I did. Her name was Bandit. The auburn hair girl. She was perfect, and she had to be mine. Dreams come true, cause she is and she always will be. I don't care if she's sick now, I'll take care of her, no matter what. And I mean this, forever and always.

Notes

Hey guys, four days for an update? I think that's pretty awesome. *high five* how are you guys doing? Keep reading and telling me what you think! Thanks so much!


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