Chapter five - Kai

It was a torture to be in a room with Hunter. He was chewing my ears off by yelling nonstop. I was already sporting a splitting headache. It didn't help that the asshole broke my glasses. I was beginning to see black dots dancing in front of my eyes now. Not to mention, his growling added to my growing headache. My jaw was hurting more than my head. It was a miracle that he didn't knock my teeth off. Even though I was battered and bruised, I was fucking proud of myself for standing up to him and standing my ground.

“Will you fucking calm down? They won't get your ass out of here just because you are throwing tantrums like a freaking child.” About time I yelled back at him without looking up.

We were sitting on the cold floor of the holding cell, waiting for people to bail us out. Hunter was seething with rage as soon as Dingleberry took his leave and left us here. I didn't understand why he had to keep us together. It was already a torture to drive to the station with him.

“When will your lap dog stop meddling in your life?” Surprisingly, he used a less harsher tone this time, yet he managed to sound scornful.

Now, I was getting angry. I knew he had problems with Alex but he had no right to talk about my best friend like that.

“If you are gonna talk about my friend like that again-”

“What are you gonna do?” He dared me, “Punch me?” He broke into a fit of laughter, pumping anger into my veins.

Ask everyone, they would tell you I was a very chill man. I didn't find yelling or getting angry appealing or did it make me feel good about myself. However, Hunter made it a mission to shove those feelings down my throat. I couldn't help it. I was legally blind without my glasses, but he made me blind with rage whenever he opened his mouth.

“Please.You punch like a girl. Dingleberry could throw a much better punch than you and he is pushing 80.” And he kept on getting on my nerves. No one could blame me if I threw another punch at him.

“I'm fucking 41.” We could hear Dingleberry yelling back from the next room, making it clear that he was listening to our conversation.

“Oh yeah? Is that why you have busted lips?” The confusing look on Hunter's face made me realize that he was too proud to even acknowledge that he got his lips busted by me.

“It wasn't you. Don't get too ahead of yourself, princess. It was your fuck buddy.” That was enough for me to be civil to him.

I got my ass up and went straight to him with fury in my eyes. I grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall.

“Don't fucking call me that.” I threatened through gritted teeth, “Fuck buddy? You fuck your buddies, I don't! I swear to God, if you disrespect my friend ever again, I will make sure throwing profanities at people won't be a privilege for you.”

I didn't shy away when his amused eyes found mine. I had trouble holding eye contact with people when I was younger but those days were gone. Even though my vision was half blurry, I could still make out his facial expression as if I were staring into my memory. The vivid recollection of him staring at me that night when it all started hit my mind again. The more I tried to shove the memories away, the more vivid they became. It didn't help that we were standing so close to each other. I had to remind myself of my undying hatred towards him in order to stop the memories from flooding into my brain.

I had to slip the little self-control that I had from my hand when my eyes landed on his busted lips. They looked inviting, promising even. I knew it was just a trap- a trap I fell for before. My eyes stayed on his lips for a millisecond before Hunter took advantage of my distraction and flipped us over. Now, I was the one with my back pressed against the wall while he stood in front of me, his arms caging me.

“And why wouldn't it be?” He asked, his voice seductive. I was just too stunned because of the reversal of the situation that I was at loss of words.

He made sure to move his face closer to me to add to my discomfort, mischievousness dancing in his eyes.

“Because you will give my mouth another reason to be busy with?” He questioned, his breaths fanning my face.

At that particular moment, my heartbeat went crazy. I knew I was in trouble. He still had an effect on me, after all. After all these years, and all he had done to me, I was still shameless enough to feel this way. He was like a fucking siren who could seduce any men with his seductive voice. But I knew I had more self- control than this. He was the rascal who made me flee from my own self. I wasn't gonna give in.

“Not my dick if you are thinking of that.” For a split second, he let the surprise show on his face before pulling himself back.

“No?” He pouted his lips, clearly making fun of me, “I thought you would. Apparently, this is all you can do.”

At this very moment all the mixed feelings I felt about him cleared out. He showed me once again why I hated him. He was an immature jerk who thought he was winning the game by name calling me.

“I would do that to your father though. But you ain't worth it.” I replied calmly instead of getting angry and throwing a punch at him which I did just a few hours ago.

I knew I made him angry. His lips formed a thin line before he opened his mouth to say something way worse than I did. And I also knew if he ended up saying something that would fuel my anger, I wouldn't be able to let it slide.

“You two love birds can continue it in your bedroom now or anywhere you like.” Hunter stepped away from me when Dingleberry opened the door to the holding cell.

I was never this happy seeing Dingleberry before. Though he totally misread our conversation, he definitely came at the right time. I wasn't ready for another wrestling match with this beast. I was already beaten to exhaustion.

“Just spare this place. It's not ideal for love making.” He made sure to throw a wink at Hunter, probably feeling like a superhero because he could finally have the upper hand after all those years of torment.

“Your minions have come-” Hunter didn't let him finish his sentence before grabbing his coat and walking towards the exit.

“This isn't over.” He gave me one final glare and warning before leaving the room.

“I know a perfect motel if you need any suggestions.” I roll my eyes before patting Dingleberry’s shoulder and seeing myself out as well.