Lost in Your Depths Chapter 98

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Chapter 98

The office should be empty except for the people on weekend duty, in when I parked my car next to Hunter’s, I knew something was up. He hadn’t been working on a weekend since he had met Hana. It made me take the detour to his office before I headed for my own. I opened the door and saw what looked like a corpse of my friend, Hunter looked like shit that had been laying in the win for a week,

“What are you doing here?” I asked. He looked up at me and then ignored me. Nice try. I walked up to him and leaned my hip against his desk. “Grumpy, why are you here? Where is Hana? He grunted and shrugged. I had seen this mood before, it was his ‘I’m suffering in silence and think I’m being stole mood. It was rare for him, and I hadn’t thought he would act like this with Hans around. “Seriously man. I’m getting worried. Is something up? Is Hana okay?”

“Why the fuck are you pissing me all? Can’t you see I’m working?” Hanter hat back.

“Yeah, that’s the whole goddamned point! Why are you working on a Saturday? For six months you have spent every weekend with Hana. It’s been nice, I have had the office to myself. So why the lack are you working?” I asked, raising my voice:

“I don’t know what else to do, so I’m working. Now go away.”

“No. Not until you explain things so they make sense to me. Because riu, you are making zero sense. Scratch that, you make even less sense. Your sensometer has gone into the negatives.”

“My what? And you think I make no sense? Why can’t you just go bother someone else?” Hunter complained.

“Because I’m not done with you. Tell me or I will stand bere and talk to you until you go home. Or I will call Hana and let her explain,” I said.

“No, don’t call Hana. She needs some space,” he told me.

“What the hack have you done? Did you think Chef and I weren’t serious when we told you we would fuck you up if you did something stupid to Hana?” I asked, standing up straight so I could loom over him.

“Not now, Jason. I can’t deal with you on top of everything else.”

“Yeah, so that’s a no go from me. I will leave you alone when you tell me what is happening. Why do you look like you have been dead for a month, and why does Hana need space?” I insisted.

“We broke up, okay? Are you happy now?” he growled at me. I wasn’t afraid of Hunter’s temper. But his confession shocked me.

“You broke up? So you did something?” I asked. In my mind Hana and Hunter just made sense. They had from the first time I had seen them together when we went to talk to the Russians. From the outside, it had been easy to spot how my friend felt about her, and even if I didn’t know Hana hack then, I could tell she had feelings as well. I had been watching since those first trembling baby steps and the more I saw the more I knew my friend had finally found someone that understood him and that saw him for what he was. For fuck’s sake, she had got him to draw again. Hunter had been his stubborn self about it for years. Even though we all had caught him drawing things in the sand, on the edge of notes and everywhere else he could when his mind wandered. But when he caught himself, he would just furiously draw it over or erase it. It had been nice watching him find his way back to art. It was one of his missing puzzle pieces. We all had them. You didn’t line through shit like we had and come out on the other end intact. We all had pieces missing, and we all knew that if you had someone in your life that helped put those pieces back, then you stayed with them and you cherished them. That’s why I such a hard time wrapping my head around how Hunter had

messed this up

“You don’t understand,

there was no other choice.”

“Yeah? Then you explain it to me. Make it make sense, I challenged him. He sighed again, rubbed his face with his hands and looked on the verge of crying. But he collected himself and told me everything. I stared at him for a while. Then I slapped the back of his head so hard he nearly face planted into the desk.

“What the fuck?” he yelled.

“You broke up with her, with Hana, because she wants kids?” I yelled right back at him

“I didn’t break up

with her. We agreed it was for the best.”

“Because she wants to have babies? Your babies?” I asked.

“I don’t want kids. And even if I did, look at how my son turned out. I shouldn’t be allowed to father children after Simon. If there was a licence for it, mine would be revoked.” Hunter sounded defeated. I smacked him in the hack of his head again, harder than before. He flew up from his chair while rubbing the back of his head. “Stop fucking doing that!”

“I will if you stop being a fucking moron. I know it’s your natural state, but pull your shit together. My old man was a raging alcoholic, he didn’t keep a job for longer than two weeks in his miserable life, his second favourite hobby, master drinking, was to beat me and mother. You don’t see me stealing from the mafia of beating up women, do you?” I told him.

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Chapter 98

“Jason, you’re a killer,” he calmly pointed out,

“I am. But I have a clean conscience, I did my venting with rules and regulations in place. I took responsibility of myself like a fucking man. Your so called son? He has had a father that sacrificed everything to provide for him, his mother shacked up with her rich boyfriend, letting him grow up in hury. He got to go to the best schools, come home to food on the table, and a warm bed. Poor rich white boy. The first time he was ever told no, he decided to take the easy way out and created this mess. And what you take away from that is you are a bad father and shouldn’t be allowed to have more children?”

“I left him alone with his mother and that man. If I had been around more I could have made sure he turned our right,” Hunter insisted

“If you had been there? So now you are some miracle parent? A minute ago you were the worst parent in the world, but now you can single–handedly raise the kid? You know what? Fine, do as you please. It’s your life,” I told him. I knew that there was no chance I would get through to him in the state he was in. The most depressing thing was that Hunter was a natural father. He had been our company’s dad, making sure everyone was okay, that no one was left behind. If someone needed to talk about shit, we always came to him. He gave the best dad advice. And he fucking loved children and they loved him. It was like watching a golden retriever in a huddle of children when Hunter got free range to play. But nothing I would say now would make him see sense. I would let him stew for a while and try again. “So what does this mean? I can’t talk to Hara any longer?” I asked.

“Why would you want to talk to her?” he asked, looking at me with suspicion. I tried to hit the back of his head again, but he sidestepped me.

of just abandoning

“Idiot! She’s family. If you are hurting, so is she. If we need to choose, I’m choosing you because you’re my brother. But I don’t like the thought of her to her own faith, I told him.

“Do you think I would abandon her? Fuck off. I’m giving her space for both of us to heal. But if she needs me, I will be there… as her friend.”

“Then I can be there as her friend as well?”

“Sure. And it has nothing to do with her cupcakes?” he asieni.

“No.” I said as 1 turned around and started walking out of his office. “Maybe a little. But the gruwa on you. She’s like a little sister,” I added before leaving him to whatever thoughts were going through that thick head of his. I would give Hana some space as well. I guessed she wouldn’t be happy to see me. But I would make sure she was okay.