Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          
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"Leave me!" I cried as I hid in the corner of the bedroom. 
Tears streamed down my face as I stared at Hunter, whimpering in pain. 
"Come on, Zoe! I have to get the fucking bullet out!" Hunter breathed out. 
I whimpered. I could feel the blood dripping out of my shoulder. The pain was nearly unbearable, but I couldn't find myself to move. I was too shocked. I breathed heavily, and I felt myself panicking. Who were they? 
"H-Hunter." I breathed out heavily. "W-who were they?" I looked at him. 
"Baby, come here. I know you're scared, but we have to get that bullet out. I promise I'll tell you. Please." He grabbed my hand and this time I didn't protest. 
I let him carry me to the living room. I knew that this was going to hurt a lot, but if I want to stay alive, then this bullet will have to get out. Hunter placed me on the couch and took my tank top off. He lowered the strap of my bra and I saw him gulp. For a second I saw fear in his eyes. 
Is Hunter Adams really scared? 
I breathed. I felt as if I was floating. I felt my chest moving up and down. It felt as if someone placed a heavy stone onto it. Who were they? I looked at Hunter as he tried getting the bullet out of my shoulder. I felt the object he was using enter my skin, but I couldn't see what he was using to take out the bullet. I could only focus on Hunter and his expression changing whenever I flinched. I stared at the ceiling as I thought about what happened a while ago. 
Hunter and I had just arrived at home. I was still devastated about him telling me about Blaze. I still couldn't believe it. I have no idea how Hunter has been coping with all this. Blaze is Hunter's world. How was he going to make it without her? If Hunter is already like this with her in his life, how much worse will he get when she leaves? She can't just die! 
Hunter was silent for the whole ride. He just didn't say anything. Somewhere I felt guilty for bringing it up. I shouldn't have asked him, but then again, if I hadn't asked him, then I would never find out. I feel really bad for them. I chuckled as I thought about how fucked up the teenage life can be. There are people who have never known what depression is, and I hope that those people never find out. Depression is just something that slowly sucks all the life out of you. 
Blaze and Hunter had a fucked up teenage life too, since they're both eighteen now. Hunter can still make something. He can still become something. Will I ever be able to become someone? To be honest, I don't know the answer to that. I just wish that I was one of those people who can get over shit easily. Dreams of Tony torturing me still haunt me at night. Hunter does not know, and I am lucky I don't scream or cry in my sleep. That would be pretty messed up though. 
I followed Hunter into the house and closed the door behind me. "Do you want me to cook something for you?" I asked Hunter.
He shook his head and sat on the couch. I sat next to him and lay down, resting my head on his lap. We were both tired. Very tired. Not just because of school, but because all the things we are facing right now. I have no idea how we would be able to handle all this if Blaze was gone. Blaze deserved to live. She didn't deserve to be in the hospital. Hunter told me that Blaze was going to be checked out of the hospital within a week, and I was grateful for that. But somewhere I have this feeling that Blaze won't have enough time to live her dreams. 
I sighed and Hunter placed his hand on my belly. I looked at him. "You know, we could give her the time of her life." I looked at him. 
He sighed. "I know, Zoe. I've been working hard to do that." he said.