Waiting For You

Chapter Thirty-four

"Is it too late to leave?" I asked him in a hushed voice. Hunter didn't answer me, but instead, he pulled out his phone and gave it Noah.

"Call my father and tell him to come here, right now," Hunter told him.

"Why..." he didn't get to finish that sentence as he turned and saw my parents stalking toward us. "Shit, they know?!" he exclaimed and immediately opened Hunter's phone.

My eyes flickered to my parents, who were getting closer by each second that passed. My attention was drawn back to Hunter as his hand inched closer to mine and finally took ahold of it.

"I'm here with you. You can do this," he told me through our bond and squeezed my hand tighter as my father came to stand before me.

"No, I can't".

As my father squinted down at me, his eyes moved to our intertwined hands and then they fell on Hunter, the gaze fueled by more anger now.

"Are you Hunter?" he asked and at once I started to shake.

No, no, no, no, no! Turn your attention back to me. Leave him out of it.

"Yes, I'm Hunter," Hunter replied, his voice staying as confident as ever. He seemed so calm and collected. My father sneered at him and then he spat by Hunter's feet, making both of us jump back.

"How dare you? How dare you sit there so calmly after ruining my son?"

Hunter was about to say something, but I beat him to the punch. "After ruining me?" I questioned.

"Alexander, shut up," my father snapped as me, making me flinch.

"Mr. Richardson..." Don started from behind me, but all it took was an angry glare from my father to shut him up. My father's eyes fell on Hunt again, who now seemed angrier than before. He actually seemed as angry as the day our bond was formed.

"With no respect sir, I didn't ruin your son. In fact, I'm the one that has been trying to fix everything that you have ruined so far," Hunter snapped back and I looked surprised and proud. That's my boyfriend.

My father seemed as if he was about to murder someone, which I wouldn't have minded, but since it was directed to Hunter, I did mind. I minded a fucking lot.

"Where do you even get the nerve? I'm trying to save my son," my father told Hunter.

"I thought I told you I wasn't your son anymore," I snapped at him, inching closer to Hunter so I would be the one against my father.

"Alexander..." my mother muttered from behind my father, clearly hurt by my words. But I didn't care. Had they cared when they constantly hurt me?

"What is wrong with you?" my father asked me, with a disgusted tone in his voice. Just then did I notice Hunter's father was approaching us. I let out a puff of air, relieved, but that soon dispensed as my father spoke up again. "What has this fag even done to you?"

"Mr. Richardson!" Aaron yelled, folding his arms before his chest as he came to stop right behind my father. As we all turned to look at him, I could have sworn my heart stopped beating. He had an expression that put any tyrant to shame. So, this is where Hunter gets that scary side. Fully noted.

"Who are you?" my father asked. Even though, our fathers were about the same height, Aaron, with his upright stance and scornful expression, seemed to be a lot taller than my father.

"I'm this 'fag's' father," he growled, making air quotations with his fingers. "I'm also someone who has no issue with calling the police on you for abusing your own son". My father actually took a step back.