All Chapters of Hunted By The Player: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I slip out of bed and run to the bathroom. The weather here is excellent. The heating must be something I install in my new house. Strange, the bathroom appears different. It must be something with my head. But when I turn on the light, it wasn't all in my head. Hunter did a renovation here for sure.There was only one large sink. Now there is a dark wood counter with two modern white sinks. On the underside of the sinks, where there are four doors, two on each side, are the two letters "H" and “S” in opaque gold. Oval mirrors are divided over the sinks. In the left corner is a Box with a vast and sophisticated shower and touch screen television. And on the right side is a beautiful white bathtub with a greater depth than there was before. The bathroom is spectacular and out of this world. I peer at either side of the two sinks and find my brush still on the tub’s ledge, along with some cosmetics I used daily. Everything is still here.I'm looking at myself in the mirror and trying to

“Score!” I throw my hands in the air for winning one more point in the ping-pong video game.Hunter is beside me, laughing with disgust that this is his second consecutive game that he’s lost to me.“I have to admit you're good,” he says, looking at me crestfallen, holding his wireless controller up.“As a table tennis player, you are a great football player.” I laugh at him, and he grimaces at me in response. “I need to go home.” I look at my rose-coloured watch that I got from Hunter when we visited his family. “It's getting late.” He looks at me with his puppy-dog eyes.“What if I don't want you to leave?” He grabs me by the waist, trying to seduce me. “I can for gourmet style pizza with jalapenos and pineapple which you like so much,” he says, trying to tempt me with food.“Hahaha, I cannot, despite this offer being very tempting.” I look up, thinking very well on the subject. We've already talked about it though.And how long we talked. We spent hours talking about it, and it's s

Inside the interior of the dance studio, which is also modest as the façade, has many people circulating and smiling. Men, women and children are milling about, either in their ballet clothes and ballet shoes, or just tap shoes or simple gym clothes.I head towards the door with the sign above "administració". I wait in what looks like a small queue and stare at the brochures about Barcelona's sights. What most catches my attention is the church of the Granada Familia. How can I not have a closer look at this wonder? I need to make sure exactly where it is and be sure to visit. And it would make a good article for my blog.The girl who comes to talk to me is a descendant of... What? Japanese? Chinese? Korean? Oh, I don't know, I can only say that she is all-smiles and her eyelids are close together enough that I wonder if she sees me. She is a few centimetres shorter than me, with short, straight black hair and seems my age or close to it. It’s hard to understand what she says in Cata

I fall to the ground with my face burning from the blow.I wake up from the fright of my dream. I run my hands over my face and feel none of the pain I always remember suffering in my dreams. Only, it is the first time in a year that this has happened again.I search around, a little dazed, trying to see where I am. Alone for a change. Through the window of Hunter's room, there is little light passing through the curtains, which tells me it is freezing and not very sunny.I get up uncoordinatedly and head towards the bathroom. Bathtub, you beautiful piece of work. How are you today? As I brush my teeth, I look at the tub several times, considering. I go in. I don't go in... I go in. I don't. I let go of my internal fight over whether or not to get into the tub and head to Hunter's closet.On second thought, it's not just Hunter's closet anymore. The bathroom was practically adapted for me too, and the closet is not even mentioned. Half of the space holds things that now belong to me.

Tomorrow will be the benefit ball, and before it starts, I'm already exhausted because I had the brilliant idea to help with the preparations. And that means that the people involved are always asking for my opinion. So many questions about the chairs, lights, fabrics, music, flowers, everything, arghhh! I'm exhausted. I hope that Hunter improves his mood since the game in England. Barcelona lost the game 1-0. I had never seen him lose a game while we were together, and I confess that I would rather not see it ever again. What an angry man he could be!I look up at my bedroom ceiling and make a mental list. Dress, shoes, greetings, dancing. That won’t do. Why does he have to get me into these things? Defeated, I fall asleep after taking my meds for pneumonia; they’re killing me.I wake up to a startle from Valentina knocking on my door.“Selena, we're going to be late,” she says, knocking nonstop and making the most irritating sound. “I promised I would help you and not do everything