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Jerking my head toward the door, I grin. “Let’s go fuck some shit up.”
“Hell yeah.” She smiles back at me. “But remember, you’re going down.”
Sutton
I’m decked out in my goggles, coveralls, and all this other ugly protective gear.
Hunter smirks at me. “You’re so fucking cute right now.”
“You won’t think so in a minute,” I warn him. “You’ll remember not to piss me off when you see me tear this place apart.”
I don’t know what to expect, to be honest. Will it be fun? Will it be emotional? Will it be awkward? I really have no idea. But just knowing that Hunter brought me here…I’m truly blown away by his thoughtfulness.
Standing behind the safety wall, he points inside the room, where anything from old computers to dinner plates and everything in between is spread out. “Go on. Do your worst.”
“You go first,” I say. Stepping behind him, I wrap my arms around him and nuzzle my cheek against his back. “Thank you, Hunter. This is really cool.”
His hands rest on mine, and slowly, he turns around. Bending down, he kisses me. “Anything for you,” he utters, smiling at me. “This is a good look on you. Hell, that kiss just made your glasses fog up.”
Pulling off the safety glasses, I wipe them against my pants. “Shut up! It’s hot in here.”
“Yeah, because of me.” He winks. “You sure you don’t want to go first?”
“No, you go ahead.” I lean against the wall. “Show me how it’s done, big guy.”
Grabbing a bat, he shrugs. “All right, here I go.”
Taking a glass bottle from the floor, he sets it on the metal table and hits it with the baseball bat. An insanely satisfying noise of crackling glass fills the room before he moves on to something else. He lifts up an old computer from the dinosaur age and tosses it like it weighs nothing before grabbing the bat again. He rains blows to countless items in the room, smashing them to the point of no return.
After a few more minutes of raging, he walks toward me, passing me the bat, his chest heaving as he grins.
“Okay, you’re up.”
Taking the bat, I stand on my tippy-toes and kiss him this time. He seems surprised, but quickly deepens it, reaching to my ass and giving it a squeeze. Even through protective suits, after a little bit longer of kissing…I feel him harden against me.
Pulling back, I smack him lightly. “Behave, you horndog. Would ya?” Shaking my head, I start to walk into the rage room.
Unsure of what to even do at first, I look around, as if trying to decide what my first item should be. I see a stack of glass plates in the corner of the room, and I head toward them, needing to hear the same breaking glass sound as Hunter breaking the bottle.
I bring the bat way up before using all my strength to bring it down onto the glass. And when it does, the glass shatters, and I don’t waste any time moving to the next item—an old TV.
When I see an old window lying on the floor in the corner, I attack it. The trim of it reminds me of the one in my reading room from when I was a kid, and when I start hitting it…I can’t stop.
I land blow after blow on that damn window. It broke long ago, but I keep going. My chest burns, and I know I’ll need to use my inhaler shortly, but I continue to smash the same spot on the floor where the glass window once was. And then I realize, for the first time in years…I’m crying.
I’m crying, and I can’t freaking stop. I wheeze a few times before sinking to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest.
I feel Hunter next to me, pulling me against him, but I can’t hear if he’s saying anything. All I see is my inhaler being pushed in front of my face, and he gives me a shot of air before I bury my face against his chest.
Emotions I’ve kept in for as long as I can remember are coming out right now. I should be embarrassed. I should try to stuff them back in. But I can’t. So, with Hunter rubbing circles on my back, I just let them out. And he never lets me go.
Hunter
We walk outside, Sutton’s face blotchy and red as she holds on to my hand tightly.
After what was probably a half hour of her breaking down in my arms, she finally looked up, gave me a small smile, and whispered, “Thank you.”
For as long as I can remember, that girl never showed emotion. For years, she was on autopilot, just following commands from her parents without thinking twice. Her family left her. She had to leave a city she loved to be here. And then she had me proposition her to make my ex jealous.
