?WINGLESS AND BEUTIFUL
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?EPISODE 76?
HUNTER POV
It hadn’t been fair that Allison and I lost so much of thetime we could have been together. We could have beenhappy since the day I returned from my surgery.
Butinstead, I spent a great deal of time nursing my brokenheart because I thought she had moved on without me. Ithought she didn’t keep her promise to wait for me.
But we were both victims of Anderson’s lie andtreachery. He was so desperate to have her, he resorted tostupid methods to get her attention.
I remembered when I was trapped in the cabin withAllison, I was still so angry… at her… at Anderson… at theworld.
I was harboring all these ill feelings because I couldn’t accept the fact that I went through all the trouble of a corneal transplant for her, only to find that she was
already dating somebody else.
But in spite of my anger, I wasn’t able to stop myself from kssing her, holding her in my arms.
I knew I may onlyhave that one chance, and I didn’t care if she belonged to
Anderson. I saw an opening… a shadow of a chance… I grabbed it! But then, she mentioned something that didn’t seem toadd up.
She said that Anderson saved her from thepotheads one night she was headed home and that was why she felt so indebted to him, she couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings.
How many pothead assaults could she have had?
Because I remember doing exactly what she said Anderson did for her! I saved her one night.
I risked my life and wouldhave gladly given it, if it meant saving hers.She sounded so convinced—without a doubt—that itwas Anderson who fought off those guys to protect her.
I didn’t say anything even though I wanted to take herback immediately during that day at the lake house. I needed to be sure first.
But it took all my self-control not topunch Anderson’s teeth down his throat and cripple him, because I suspected he had been lying all along.
For days, I drove around the area where Allison was attacked, hoping to find those guys again.
And yesterday, inan abandoned alley, I found them, drinking and getting highin broad daylight.
“Who are you?” one of them asked when I approachedthem.
“If you know what’s good for you, you would stay thefuck away from us,” the other added.
“I’m not here for trouble,” I said. “I just want to ask yousomething.”
They looked at me from head to feet and then one of them said, “Ask and then leave!”
I took my phone from my pocket and scanned mygallery for a clear picture of Anderson.
“Do you know this guy?”
They both looked at the screen and stared at Anderson’sphoto for a long while. I watched their expressions for anysign of recognition.
“Wait…” one of them said. He stared at Anderson’sphoto intently and then his expression changed as if something clicked inside his brain. “Wasn’t this the guy whopaid us a hundred bucks to deliberately attack a girl so hecould swoop in and pretend to rescue her?”
The other looked at the screen again and then henodded. “Oh, yeah. Rich kid. Handsome. But didn’t knowhow to ask a girl out properly.”
“Seriously?” I asked, hardly believing my ears.
“Yes. What a wimp!” They both laughed.
“Like who does that, right?” one of the guys said in amocking tone.
“How much did he pay you again?”
“Fifty each,” one of the guys replied. “Are you here toask us of the same thing?”
“Of course not,” I smirked. “Thank you for theinformation, though.” I placed two one hundred-dollar billson top of their table. “For answering my questions.”
I walked away from there, seething with anger. I hunteddown Anderson. I couldn’t wait to beat him black and bluefor the trouble, danger and fear he put Allison through.
I waited for him in school but he was a no-show. I wentto his house, but it didn’t even look like anybody was home.
I would have waited for him longer but I had to be outsidethe bookshop at nine. I was waiting for her every night,making sure that she had a safe ride home—even when shewas with Anderson.
I always waited outside the bookshop atclosing time, like it had been part of my daily routine.Since we got back from the lake house, her aunt hadbeen picking her up. I followed them home, ensuring that both of them got home safely.
Finally, this afternoon, I found Anderson dining alone atBurger Inn. He didn’t go to school again.
I stood in front of his table, staring at him. Wrath was written all over my forehead in bold letters. He looked up from his food and stared back at meevenly.
He let go of the burger in his hands and then heshook his head. He didn’t ask me anything, as if he already knew… this confrontation was long overdue.
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