Page 63 of Hunt Me
‘What happened?’Vish asks as his eyes scan the room.
Liam is beside him but doesn’t look around the room; he just stares at me. And from the way he looks at me, I must look bad.
I don’t need him to say it. I know it without needing confirmation. Tension rackets my body, fighting against any form of sobs that might take over instead, and I use my fisted hands to push back against the growing pressure behind my eyes.
Why the fuck would she do this.
No, my little deer wouldn’t do this.
My attention snaps to them, to Vish.‘Where the fuck is she?’
‘Wha—’
I don’t let him answer.‘This is all you! I told you not to talk to her, not to fucking look at her.’
‘What are you on about?’Vish holds his hands out wide beside him.
‘I’m on about you fucking scaring her!’I charge towards him, hands fisted and ready.
Before I can reach him, just out of reach enough that my fist does not collide with his face but instead skims the tip of his nose, a massive body so hard it could be made out of bricks barrels into me, taking me to the floor.
‘Calm the fuck down, Ru. Take a god damned fucking minute.’Liam yells, pinning me to the floor.
‘Don’t tell me to calm down, you fu—’
‘Stop moving, man. I do not enjoy feeling your fucking dick up against me.’
That has me stopping, deathly still. A bark of a laugh comes from Vish’s direction, but Liam's look over his shoulder has him shutting up.
It registers to me what Liam’s talking about all too quickly. The cold concrete flooring against my back, the rough, cracked palms of my best friend’s hands on my shoulders and the harsh fabric of his jeans on my crotch. My Johnson fully out for these two fuckers to see.
‘Fuck,’I roar.
‘Fuck indeed,’Liam sighs, still on top of me.
‘All these years, we’ve managed not to run around in the skud, and you’re picking now to show us what yer packing. The crazy finally got to you?’Vish, the fucking bastard, taunts from his corner of safety, where he is conveniently close to the exit.
‘She’s gone,’I admit defeatedly.
Liam loosens his grip on me, leaning back and getting up.
‘What do you mean she’s just gone?’Vish asks, the earlier humour in his voice absent.
‘I woke up, and she wasn’t here, and the clothes I’d given her are gone.’
‘Did she say anything? I thought…’ Vish doesn’t finish his sentence, instead changing his line of questioning.‘Was it me? I’m sorry, Ru, I didn’t mean to spook her. I should have never walked in on you both. I should have just left.’
‘You asshole,’I grunt as I take Liam’s outstretched hand.
‘Do I even want to know?’he asks, pointing at Vish, who throws me my new green cargos.
‘No,’I answer, continuing my scowling.
‘What you want to do then, Ru?’Liam asks.
‘I want to find her. I’m going to find her.’
After the first time I chased her, I warned her that I would never stop hunting her. That she had become my prey, my little deer that I will never let go. And I will do precisely that. Hunt her to the ends of this earth.
