Hunter's P.O.V

"Please, I swear I don't know where he is" he coughed out the blood trying to get up as he has no control over his body "Please leave me".

But I'm not believing any of his words. Cause I know this disgusting rat knows about him. David fucking Jackson. That bastard has a monster coming towards him. He's the one. The one who took our happiness away from us. The one who is the reason for me to became the way I am now. The one who is the reason for me to became this cold, heart less monster. And the one who killed my parents.

" Don't lie to me, you fucking shitface" I kicked him in the stomach resulting him to cough more blood "I've got a proof that you met him a week ago. Now be a good boy and tell me where he is and what he's planning?" I growled at him menacingly.

As he opened his mouth, Tyson came looking sore.

"Just left Daisy at Melody's. She'll be there overnight" He saw the asshole and in a flash moment, his eyes got a glint. Not like usual mischievous or funny one, but dangerous one like a predator. He smirked at his state "Now we can finish off this work".

"What's your name, boy?" he asked hitting him in the gut.

"Jack" he replied covering away as it could stop us.

"Okay now Jack, Tell us everything we want then we will let you go free. And don't even think of lying to us. Cause if you do, we will kill you without a second thought" Tyson crouched to him "And before it happens, the pain you endure will make you think that death is more peaceful" he said fiercely.

Jack gulped visibly at the threat. And it is true.

Then he started speaking "David met me a week ago at a hotel to make a deal. I always work with him in kidnapping, murdering, that type of tasks. He said he had deal to be done and if I completed it without any complications, he would give me a fifty grand" he stopped to look at us and his eyes were scared shit. I know then that I'm not going to like the next words coming out of his mouth one bit.

"What's the deal?" I questioned tugging his collar.

From his expression, I'm sure as hell that he's terrified to tell me about the deal.

"He s-said I-I should k-k-kidnap your s-sister and h-handover to h-h-him" he stuttered.

The minute these words left his mouth, something inside me snaps and rage is filled in every nerve throughout my body.

Gritting my teeth, I asked him a question even though I know the answer.

"And do you accept the deal?"

He merely nodded his head bowing down petrified to look at me.

The moment I saw his reaction, my vision colored in red as rage and madness engulfed me wholely. I couldn't be aware of what I'm doing.

I am kicking and punching him continuously for even thinking of hurting my sister. He coughed out more blood trying to prevent my hits. But I couldn't stop. I was to see more blood. For now, blood is the only thing that can calm me. The blood he's giving to me is the only thing that stopping me from causing me more damage.

To myself and to others. 

The more I'm hitting him, the more my rage is increasing. I couldn't keep myself away from being monstrous. I couldn't keep myself away from the anger I'm feeling. I couldn't stop the beast inside me. I need to let it all out of my mind and soul.

Tyson was pulling me away from him. But in my state, I keep struggling to reach out for him and punching him in the face with all my strength. Hearing the cracking sound, the beast in me calmed a bit. But not fully. Not until I killed that asshole.

Finally, Tyson succeed in moving me away from him. The next minute I put some distance Tyson came forward between us and punched him squarely in the face. I'm pretty sure that another bone was cracked by the force he used.

Jack slowly fainted in his pool of blood. Even now, I don't regret one thing I've done to him. Moreover my beast wants more, craves more. But now I can't. I know he's useful to us.

Tyson called some guys and ordered them to lock him up in the dungeon. Yes, dungeon. It is located in the basement of my house. Daisy didn't even know we have it. Apart from me and my gang, no one has the permission to enter it. Not even Daisy. Especially Daisy. She doesn't know what we're doing. Only thinks that we do bike racing. But she didn't know that we torture people, we kill people. If she ever got to know what we are doing, she'd be so scared and so furious. And that's a dangerous combination. 

But most importantly she'll be disappointed. I can't bear that. I can't bear my only family be disappointed in me. So I do the only thing I can do. Keep this away from her. I know she would understand what I'm doing and the reason for why I'm doing this if I explained everything to her. But it'll only bring her more pain and grief. And guilt.

That is why I'm not ready to share this with her yet. I know, at some point in our lives, she eventually found out the truth. And she has the right to know it. However I will prolong it as much as I can, cause until the truth comes out she'll be happy. But the next moment she is aware of this, her heart will crumble, she'll go numb. The pain she feels is thousand times more than mine. So, I'm doing everything that is in my hands to protect her from this. I will protect her till my last breath. Just as I promised.

Tyson came with me to my house probably to stop me from doing anything stupid due to my temper. My body is still shaking from the anger and hands curled into fists are tempting to punch something. Anything.

I want to release this fury. If I don't then I will surely burst it onto someone. So, I went directly to my gym. Always fighting whenever I'm angry, slowly it became my way to keep my sanity together. Now, I can't really calm myself without fighting either it's in the gym or with other people. I'm so fucked up. So fucked up that I can't even have the control over my emotions. 

I keep punching and punching and punching for nearly 5 hours. My knuckles are bleeding and it pains like shit. And I welcomed it. It lessens the pain in my heart. At last when I'm exhausted to even raise my hands, I stopped. Sprawling on the floor, I try to think about nothing. Not Jake. Not killing. Not the blood running down my hands. Not its pain. Not anything. I just wish to forget all these. Looking at nothing in particular, my body and my mind is fully languid and my eyes started to drift slowly into darkness.

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Birds chirping, the sound of wind chimes and the sunlight hitting on my face making it harder to get some more sleep. To my luck, there's a knock at the door starts feeling like someone banging my head with a hammer. Why me?!

I'm so pissed that I could broke their hands and play cricket with them. 

"Stop knocking, you idiots" I grumbled opening the door.

Tyson.

"What the heck do you want?" glaring at him I hold my head as it doesn't stops banging.

"Calm down, man. I just came to ask you to pick up Daisy. Something came up. Nothing major, I'll deal with it. You go to Daisy. I told her I'll pick her up. So she should be still in Melody's house. Go there now. It's already late" he quickly rushed to the door without hearing my reply and he's out in a second.

I signed at his behaviour.

He won't change.

I quickly began to get ready to pick her up. I'm so irritated by Tyson. He knows exactly how to get on my nerves. The scowl in my face didn't leave all this time, even when I started the car. Just then something hit me hard. Something inside me stirs in excitement. My scowl was disappeared and a small smile adorned my face before I even stop it. Because I'm going to see Melody.

And that smile didn't leave my face until I reach her house. By the time I stepped infront of her door, my heart is beating so fast like a fucking bulldozer.

Fuck, now I'm acting like a fucking teenager.

Keeping a neutral face, I rang the bell and waited for to open it. I remembered once Daisy told she was living alone. No friends, no relatives. Not even phone calls. Like no one knows she existed in this world. Actually, she brought a phone when Daisy insisted. Till then she doesn't even have it.

Even a 13 year old have a phone. Then why don't she?! Is she living under a rock all this time? Fuck, I'm so shocked to hear it when Daisy told me that. Impossible.

I came out of my trained thoughts hearing the door unlocked and opened.

But to my disappointment, it was Daisy who opened the door.

Her eyes widened when she sees it's me who came to pick her.

"Are you okay Hunter? You didn't injured, did you?" 

A small smile tugged my lips at her concern.

"Do I looked like I'm injured Daisy?" I asked her.

She signed and nodded her head.

"You coming?" I asked her hoping she'd call Melody. So, I could get a chance to see her.

"Oh!! Come on in. Mel is still sleeping. Be quiet. After she woke we will have breakfast and go. Okay?" Daisy didn't wait for my response as she turned around and went straight to the kitchen.

I shook my head. Just like Tyson.

The moment I stepped into the living room, the scene infront of me knocked the breath out of me. 

Melody was sleeping on the couch snuggling the pillow beside her. Half of her face smushed into the pillow and the other half is slightly covered with her hair. But I can clearly point out eyes and mostly her lips. So plump and red like strawberries. I wonder how she tastes like. Maybe as sweet as strawberries too.

Shit Hunter!!! Get a grip on yourself. You shouldn't think of her like that.

It's been half an hour since I came and Daisy was still doing something in the kitchen. I sat on the chair opposite to the couch. Time flew as seconds as I'm looking at Melody. She's still sleeping hugging the pillow. But now her hair is now moved aside revealing her angelic face to me. Such a beauty to look at. Like an angel.

Suddenly, her brows are furrowed and her face lost it's peace and morphed with worry and fear. Her hands are closed as fists holding the blanket so tightly that her knuckles are turning into white. Mumbling something under her breath not enough to hear, she's shaking violently.

She's having a nightmare. 

I approached to wake her up from it. Just then Daisy dropped something making loud noise boomed in the room.

Melody jerked awake with a bolt and sweat is covered her face as she just came out of shower. Hair is sticking to her forehead and cheeks due to sweat. In that moment I don't see a innocent, shy, good girl. But a scared and broken girl. Eyes wide with fear, lips parted breathing heavily, body shaking like a leaf, holding the bed sheet tightly in her fists. An exact replica of a vulnerable girl. Her eyes moved around like searching the room for the cause of the sound. 

Finally, she caught me looking at her and jolted back still on the couch . She opened her lips to say something but quickly refused to do it. She kept looking at me with her dove like eyes.

I frowned at her state and confused at her behaviour. Daisy came out of kitchen to check if Melody's awake. Obviously she is. But the change I saw in Melody is so unnerving. The instant her gaze was upon Daisy she relaxed. As if it's only me then she would be scared. Even when she is taking the coffee cup Daisy was giving, her hands are shaking  slightly. This isn't reaction to normal nightmares. Everyone has nightmares. And they get over it quickly too. But Melody's reaction is not telling me that. There's something else!

There's so much more of Melody and me being intend to find out what it is.