Hey guys!(: So I deleted the original Love Like The St.orm and replaced it with this one shot which took me hours to write!^.^ It starts off with the 1st chapter from the original love like the storm, but everything else is different (: You might cry by the way! Also, there's random big spaces all over the pages, so I'm sorry about that! Just ignore it!

After Love Like The Storm, there's going to be ANOTHER sequel c: but that's a kind of different story :3 it's still got kat&hunter but..read this story and you'll understand c:

The 3rd in the series hasn't been uploaded yet, but it will be called Cut Me Apart. So check my profile occasionally to see if it's up c:

Hehehe, please enjoy this!

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"And I told you to be patient. And I told you to be fine. And I told you to be balanced. And I told you to be kind. And Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was all? Cause now I'm breaking at the
britches and at the end of all your lines."

"He's amazing," James said as he sat down at the table with me and Alex. I nodded in agreement and continued to stare at Hunter from where he sat on the stool on the stage. Everyone was silent as they listened to him, he was honestly mesmerizing everyone. The way he sat on the stool, strumming his acoustic guitar, singing every note with perfection was just utterly beautiful.

"He's awesome but why did he need to get this job?" Alex asked. "He's already getting paid 50 dollars a week at the studio,"

"Chris thought it would be good for him to do something other than modelling all the time," I explained.

"And he's alright with Hunter working at a bar?"

I shrugged. "It's not like he's selling or drinking alcahol. He's just the entertainment,"

"Shh!" Someone hissed from behind us.

Me, James and Alex all bit back laughter and then shut up so everyone could enjoy Hunter's beautiful voice. He'd been hesitant about getting this job, but he was used to it now. He'd been singing at this place for over a month and everyone loved him. The other singers and entertainment were good, but people wanted to hear Hunter more. He had everyone wrapped around his finger.

Hunter looked amazing on and off stage. On stage, the light hit him perfectly and brought out his porcelain pale complexion. His green eyes popped out brightly and his golden hair hung down in a neat mess. Hunter used to have black hair, but I'd encouraged him to dye it. It had supposed to come out a lighter blonde, but as Hunter had refused to bleech his hair, it turned a golden type of color.

It still looked amazing though.

Me and Hunter had grown a lot closer over the past 4 months. I had a feeling that it had something to do with the fact I knew his real name now. But something else told me that we were just falling more and more in love each day.

Hunter had told me his real name 4 months ago in February when we were at a Bring Me The Horizon concert. It had been the perfect moment for the revelaztion. Ronnie Winter had been singing Guardian Angel, and Hunter had pulled me in close; our eyes locked and gazing at one another's.

Gabriel Storm.

It was a beautiful name for a beautiful person. I understood why he didn't like it when I called him Angel. As his name was an angel's name, his Mom always used to call him her little angel. That is, before she began to agree with John's abusive behaviour.

John was locked away in a cold, dark cell and would be for the next 40 years. He'd be 76 by the time he'd be released, and hopefully by that time, he'd already be dead. But last week, he'd sent out a message to Hunter and that made things a little uneasy. John wanted to see Hunter. It was actually today that John had requested. But as expected, Hunter had refused and I was happy for him about that.

Hunter had improved amazingly over the months. Going to the hospital before that had helped him feel more good about himself, and now his self esteem was raising. He was singing in front of a crowded room full of people, wasn't he?

He also didn't swear as much. He didn't drink half as much as he used to and his nightmares had decreased; or so he told me. Sometimes he'd still wake up with a gasp, or he'd stir uncomfortably during the night. But what else was expected?

All that mattered, was that he was honestly starting to feel ok.

"Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind? Come on skinny love,"

With a final strum of his guitar, Hunter nervously smiled down at the floor as an applause errupted through the room. He was so cute and everyone knew it.

"Thanks guys," he spoke into the microphone before standing up and swinging his guitar under his arm. People continued clapping as he made his way off the stage and headed into the back room of the bar. Another singer, Leighla, who had an amazingly annoying voice walked onto stage and the clapping stopped. Some people only came here for Hunter, and they were pissed when his half an hour time on stage ran out.

A few minutes later, Hunter came around to sit with me, James and Alex at the table. He wrapped an arm around my waist, kissed my cheek, and stole my coke.

"Hey!"

He chuckled as I playfully slapped the back off his head. "We can share,"

"No. Get your own,"

"But I don't want my own. I want yours,"

"You're so awkward," I mumbled; causing Hunter to crack a smile. "You were amazing tonight,"

"Thanks," he smiled as he sipped on my drink.

"You should try and get a record deal," James grinned. "But you might get sued for sounding too much like Chris Drew,"

"And looking like him," Alex added.

"I don't look like him," Hunter mumbled.

"You really do," I giggled; brushing the hair away from his eyes. "What time is Chris picking us up?"

"Um..." Hunter flipped out his phone and checked the time. "Now,"

"I guess we'll see you guys tomorrow at the studio," I said as me and Hunter stood up from our seats. I'd been going to the studio with Hunter most days now. He told me he liked it better when I was there. Plus James always tagged along with Alex, so Hunter was the 3rd wheel.

"If you both look super hot tomorrow tomorrow, I'll take some shots of you both?" Alex suggested, raising an eye-brow.

I looked at Hunter. "Is that alright?"

He slipped his hand through mine. "Course it is,"

"Great," Alex smiled. "See you then,"

"Bye guys," I called as Hunter pulled me towards the door.

Like always, we got stopped by people who wanted to compliment Hunter on his amazing singing and Hunter kindly thanked them before rushing us both out. Once we got outside and into the snow, we saw Chris waiting in his car so headed over to it. We climbed into the backseat and strapped on our seatbelts.

"Good night?"

"Hunter was amazing as always," I smirked; causing Hunter to nervously look down again. I smiled at his cuteness and then cupped his chin, tilting his head back up so our eyes locked.

"That's good," Chris murmured. "I actually need to talk to you guys about something but you can't get mad, alright?"

"Alright..." I said hesitantly.

Chris turned around in his seat and faced me and Hunter, concern in his eyes. I squeezed Hunter's hand, trying to offer some reassurance for whatever we were about to hear.

"Hunter, I really think you should see John."

That was the last thing that I expected. How could Chris say that? Chris knew how hard Hunter had worked to get over things, and now he wanted him to see the man that ruined his life? Was he joking? Why was he saying this?

"No," Hunter mumbled; staring down.

"Hunter-"

"I don't wanna see him!"

"Hunter, please just-"

"No! Just shut up! Shut up!"

"Hunter, it's ok." I whispered, bringing my face closer to his and tightening my grip on his hand. "Let's just listen to Chris, alright?"

I looked back at Chris and nodded.

"I hate John just as much as you do, Hunter. But I really think that you should see him. I got a call from the station today and they told me something important about him. I can't say anything about it yet because it's not been confirmed, but think about it Hunter. Would I suggest this unless it wasn't that important?"

"What did the Police tell you?" Hunter whispered, his voice barely there.

Chris sighed. "I can't tell you that, Hunter. I need to wait until it's been confirmed. Just, please consider seeing your Dad."

"When?"

"Well...now,"

Hunter laughed nervously and his hand tightened around mine. "Alright,"

Chris nodded, a weak smile spreading across his face as he placed his hand on Hunter's knee. "I'm really proud of you for this. I'm so proud,"

Hunter nodded in return, and Chris turned back around to face the front. He started the engine and I scooted close to Hunter as we started driving down the road.

"You don't have to do this," I murmured. "Are you sure about this?"

"Chris said it was important," he said quietly.

"Do you want me to come in with you?"

"It's alright,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Hunter leaned forwards and quickly pressed his lips to mine. "I'm sure,"



* Hunter's Pov *

I stared at the door, completely regretting my decision to come here. But I wouldn't turn back now, because then Chris wouldn't be proud of me. I was only doing this because he said that it was making him proud.

All I wanted to do was run out the door. But I refused to. I just sat down on the chair, nervously tapping my finger against my knee.

He was going to come in any minute.

He was going to see me, to look at me with the same disgusted face as always.

I was dreading it.

The door handle flipped up and I gasped, my heart beat increasing rapidly. I gripped the edge of the chair with my fingers, holding onto it tight and I bit my lip so hard that a drop of blood hit my tongue.

Staring at the table, I didn't dare look up as the door opened. I heard footsteps coming towards me and then the sound of a chair being moved. The lock of a handcuff, and then a man's voice.

"15 minutes,"

More footsteps, and then the door closed.

I was alone with him.

"Are you gonna look at me?"

The voice penetrated my ears and I winced, biting my lip even harder. I slowly brought my head up, slowly forced my eyes to meet his. We had the same eyes, and I hated that about myself.

I refused to call John my Dad anymore.

He wasn't my Dad.

Chris was my Dad.

John looked like shit. His black hair was messier than usual and he had a thick layer of stubble across his chin. His eyes were threatening, but there was no anger. His face was paler and even though one of his hands was handcuffed to the table, I still felt terrified.

"New hair," he murmured; nodding his head towards me.

"Dyed it," I whispered.

"Looks good,"

"Ok,"

There was a silence and I tried my hardest to ignore everything. I didn't want to be here. Why the hell was I here? Just to make Chris proud? Was I that desperate for his approval?

"Are you wondering why I asked you to come here?"

"Not really," I admitted.

And I wasn't.

I couldn't have cared less why the hell John wanted me here. But hopefully, it was to tell me that he had a disease and was going to die in a short time. If he said that, then I'd smile.

I'd be happy.

"Don't you want to know?"

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to get myself to stop flinching every time he spoke.

"Do you remember the trail? Where I was found guilty of murdering Lydia and attempting to murder you...twice?"

I nodded quietly.

"Do you remember the lawyer on your side?"

I nodded again.

"He's been found guilty of providing false evidence in his cases."

My head snapped up and I bit my lip furiously. "What?"

John smiled, a genuine smile. It wasn't the angry smile or the smile that said I hate you. It was just normal. And that worried me.

"In almost all of his court cases, he's provided false evidence. Which means that some of the cases he's won, the offender has actually been innocent and falsey proved guilty. Do you know what that means?"

"He made innocent people go to jail...?"

"Exactly," he said. "So everyone that's been proven guilty because of him, they're getting let out."

I swear I stopped breathing as soon as those words came out of his mouth.

That didn't mean...that he was getting let out?

That couldn't happen.

There was no way that could happen!

"You're getting let out...?" I whispered.

"There's a 50, 50 chance that I am."

"But you're guilty..."

"That doesn't matter. The lawyer messed up and now innocent and guilty prisoners that are in jail because of him are getting let out until their cases have been individually looked at."

"No," I whimpered. I kicked my foot against the table leg and clenched my fists. "No!"

"But that's not all I wanted to talk about," John said; still smiling and ignoring my rage. "Are you still with that girl?"

Trying to control my anger, I nodded quietly.

"Do you love her?"

I nodded again.

"No you don't. Last time I checked, she didn't even know your name."

"She does now," I whispered.

"Really?"

"I told her,"

John chuckled. "So my little Gabriel is really in love, huh?"

I winced at the name.

I hated that name; the person it belonged to. Even though he was only a kid, he deserved to die.

"Have you ever hurt her?"

"No," i said immediatley. "I love Kat,"

"That's exactly what I said about your Mom,"

"Why did you hate Mom?"

"I'm just an angry person kid," he explained. "I told you about my past, didn't I?"

"Your Dad used to hurt you..."

That was one of the only reasons why I didn't blame John too much for what he put me through. It was like me with smoking, drinking, swearing. I'd grown up living in those conditions, I thought they were normal. It John grew up in violence, then he'd know violence as a friend.

"My Dad fucked me up more than you'll ever know," he muttered. "I didn't blame him though. According to him, I'd made him do it. It was my fault. And I believed him for so long. I believed it was my fault what he'd done. But then he told me that his Dad hurt him, and I hated him even more. It was his Dad's fault, not mine. And that's another reason I wanted you here..."

"Why?"

"To tell you that nothing I did was your fault,"

"It was though," I mumbled. "You said I fucked up everything with you and Mom and that's what started to make you get angry in the 1st place."

"Don't swear," he said. "I know I said that stuff, but it wasn't true. I lied."

"No you didn't,"

"Kid, I think I know when I'm lying."

"You're lying now,"

"I'm not,"

"But it was my fault!"

"No it wasn't,"

"Why are you saying this?"

I needed to know why he was doing this to me. This was worse than most things he'd done. Hurting me was one thing, now he was just openly manipulating me.

John sighed. "Kid, I wasn't always like this. I used to be like you; scared, confused, nervous. But then all of the anger I'd been holding back on came out, and I took it out on the only people I could. You and your Mom. And I fucked up Lydia so bad that she just started to agree with me on everything. She was so angry about everything I'd put her through, and she took it out on the only other person she could. You. Just listen to me, kid. I can admit that I've got problems and you can admit you've got yours. One of my problems is anger and I took it out on you. I became my own Dad, and i hate myself for that. The point is, I can't change anything I did and neither can you. But you know how I was at a hospital for a while?"

"Yeah,"

"They helped me," he murmured. "And they helped me realize that you'd done nothing wrong."

"You didn't change," I whispered. "You're still the same,"

"I'm still angry and I'd probably still hit you if I had the chance.." he admitted. "But I wont,"

"Why not?"

"It's not your fault,"

"Stop saying that!"

"It's not though,"

"You can't do this," I complained. "You can't completely fuck up my-"

"Don't swear," he interrupted.

I ignored him. "You can't completely fuck up my life and then 16 years later come and tell me that it's not my fault. I'm still gonna believe it is,"

"Well you shouldn't,"

"You still hate me,"

He chuckled. "I never hated you,"

"So why did you hurt me?"

"I was angry and I wanted to feel in control,"

That stopped me and suddenly, I believed him.

The only reason I did believe him was because I felt the same way. I wanted to feel in control. Everyone knew I wanted to feel in control. That was why I cut myself in the 1st place, that was why I starved myself when Chris found out about the self harm, that was why I attempted suicide numerous times.

"You feel the same, don't you?"

I nodded.

"Do you do anything to feel in control?"

"I used to,"

"What did you do?"

I looked down again. "I c-cut myself and then starved myself,"

"Oh," he said quietly. "That's not good,"

"No..."

"You've never tried to completely throw away your life though, have you?"

"Um...yeah,"

"Shit," he cursed. "You're not planning on doing that again, are you?"

"No," I said honestly.

"And you don't still cut or starve yourself?"

"No,"

"Kid, tell me the truth."

I wasn't sure how he knew I was lying, but I flinched again at the thought of how he knew me so well.

"When was the last time you hurt yourself?"

"A week ago...?" I guessed, unsure.

"Can I see?"

"...no,"

"Please show me your wrist?"

I didn't want to, but John's voice almost sounded upset. And even though he was probably just acting, I still slowly lifted up my sleeve and pushed my wristband out of the way. Bringing my arm up on the table, I showed him the almost healed cut.

"There's a lot of scars," he noted as I pulled my arm back down. "What does the tattoo mean?"

About 2 months ago, I'd taken Alex's advice and like him, got a tattoo over the top of my wrist. On my left wrist, across my vein it said 'hold' and the on my right, it said 'on.'

"Kat tells me to hold on," I explained. "When I get upset,"

"Is that a lot?"

"Sometimes,"

"Kid, if I get out of here...you don't want me anywhere near you, do you?"

"No," I said honestly.

"You never wanna fix things?"

I shook my head.

"Alright," he said quietly. "I can't blame you for that. Do you wanna go?"

"Yeah,"

"Ok," John said; looking down a bit. He looked back up and as his eyes sliced into mine, they looked upset.

He couldn't be upset though, could he?

No, he couldn't.

He hadn't changed and everything was still my fault.

"Go on then," he whispered. "Go to Chris, or whatever his name is,"

"Chris," I confirmed.

"Go to Chris then,"

I nodded, and then quickly brought myself to my feet; eager to get out of the room. I walked around the table, shoving my hands into the pocket of my hoodie. But as John's free quickly locked around my wrist, I flinched, gasped and jumped back all in the same second.

"No," I whimpered.

Looking back up to John's face, he looked even more upset.

But he was faking it.

He had to be.

"Sorry," he whispered. "I just wanted to show you something,"

"What?"

Dropping my wrist, John reached into his pocket and then pulled up a scrunched up piece of paper. Unfolding the paper, he held it out to me. It was a picture of him, when he was a lot younger and he was holding a baby in his arms; smiling.

"Is that me?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Take it,"

I shook my head. "No,"

"Kid, I've got about 10 pictures of you and your Mom in my cell. I want you to have this one,"

"No,"

"Gabriel," he said; his voice hardening. He took my hand and placed the picture in it before closing my fingers over my palm. "Keep it,"

I nodded quietly and he sighed. "Go on. If you wanna leave, go."

"Ok," I said slowly.

"Hey kid?" John called as I grasped the door handle.

"Y-yeah?"

He smiled weakly at me. "It was uh...good seeing you,"

I nodded, not believing him one bit and I quickly stepped out of the room. The officer at the side of the door headed in, and before I knew it, Kat had run up to me.

"What happened? Are you ok? He didn't say anything too bad, did he? You look a little pale, why don't you sit down? No, we should probably get you out of here and-"

"Kat," I said; cutting her rambling off. "It's alright. Where's Chris?"

"Talking to one of the officers," she replied. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm just a little freaked out," I admitted. "I wanna get out of here,"

"We'll go find Chris," she said quietly; slipping her hand through mine and leading my around the corner. There stood Chris, walking towards us, looking as if he was about to tell one of his patients that they had cancner...

"Are you ok?" He asked as soon as he reached us.

"Yeah," I lied. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why don't you sit down?"

"No,"

He sighed deeply. "Did John tell you anything?"

I winced at his name. "He told me about the lawyer..and that he might-"

"What lawyer?" Kat demanded. "What's going on?"

"It's not true, is it?" I asked Chris, my voice starting to shake.

I gripped onto Kat's hand even harder, just to assure myself that she really was here to make me feel ok.

"I was just talking to the officer and-"

"It's not true.." I whispered to myself.

"Hunter-"

"Shut up!"

"Hunter!" Chris yelled, taking my shoulders and looking me right in the eye. "I'm sorry..."

"Will someone tell me what's going on?" Kat complained.

Chris took in a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Hunter. John's being released,"

* 3 Weeks Later (3rd Person) *

Hunter sat in the corner of the bathroom, clutching the razor in his hands. He hadn't cut yet and wasn't sure if he was going to, but God did he want to. The urge was there. He was just stronger.

A knock errupted on the door.

"Hunter! Please open the door? I'm so sorry!"

Hunter ignored Chris and focussed more on the razor.

He didn't want to talk to Chris.

Chris had hurt him.

Gently placing his hand on the swelling bruise on his cheek, Hunter flinched at the quick pain. Chris hadn't hurt him that bad, but he'd still hurt him. Hunter didn't even know why.

But Chris felt horrible. One minute he'd been sat with Hunter, drinking one steady glass of wine. And then one glass turned into two, and before Chris knew it, he was gulping down the rest of the bottle.

That was his worst nightmare.

Well, aside from John hurting Hunter again.

But this was just as bad.

Chris had swore to himself that after last time, he would never get drunk again. He'd have the odd glass at celebrations, outings, Christmas. But only one glass.

Hunter didn't know, but Chris had been an alcaholic once.

And his girlfriend at the time had been pregnant with a baby boy.

Chris got drunk and ended up hitting his girlfriend so hard that she crashed to the floor and banged her head hard on the wood.

That was all it took to kill the baby.

After that, Chris swore to himself that he would give another boy all of the love he had for his unborn son. And luckily, Hunter was the one to recieve that love.

Only now, he was questioning it.

"Hunter please...?" Chris begged. "I promise I'm sober now. I promise I wont hurt you. I promise,"

"Fuck off!" Hunter cried. "Fuck off, Chris!"

"Hunter please?!"

"Fuck off!"

Hunter did want to talk to Chris but he was still a bit shaken up and he didn't want things to get even worse. He'd planned on simply talking, but the swear words just came out.

He couldn't control it.

Sighing to himself, Hunter worked up a plan in his head and then reached into his pocket for his phone. Scrolling down to the right contact, he pressed dial.

"Hello?"

"J-John?"

Hunter and John had become more close during the past 3 weeks. It started with Hunter bumping into his biological Dad whilst skipping school, and of course, he had been scared. But then John had swore to Hunter that he wouldn't be violent.

At first, Hunter didn't believe him.

He wished John was dead.

He wanted to kill him.

But then when Chris got drunk and shouted abuse at Hunter, John was the one to comfort him.

And though it wasn't much to go on, Hunter started to feel almost safe with him.

Now, he needed his real Dad more than ever.

"You ok, kid?" John demanded.

He knew his son too much to know when he was ok and when he wasn't. Now, he definitley wasn't ok. And that made John really, really mad.

John didn't regret abusing Hunter. At the time, it had felt good. It had made him feel in control. But now he was more mature, and a real grown up. He knew that he had to fix things. And if anyone else ever hurt Hunter, John would hurt them more than ever.

"No," Hunter whispered.

He didn't want Chris to hear.

"What's wrong? Is it Chris again?"

"Y-yeah,"

Rage errupted through John but he held it back. "Hold on. Meet me at the front of the house, ok? I'll be there in a minute."

"Ok,"

Hunter hung up and then pushed the phone back into his pocket.

He hesitated before slipping the razor in as well, and then stood up; taking in a deep breath. He wasn't sure if Chris was going to hurt him or not, but that was the main source of the adrenaline.

He heard the door opening downstairs, and mentally sighed once he realized Kat was back from her friends. She would try to persuade him to stay, but he didn't want to.

Hunter fucking loved Kat to pieces, but he wanted to get out.

So Hunter grabbed the lock, twisted it and then rushed outside the door without looking back at Chris.

"Wait, Hunter! Hunter please?!"

"Leave me alone!" Hunter cried.

"Where are you going?!"

"Out!"

"No you're not!"

Chris raced forwards and grabbed Hunter's shoulders, spinning him around and slamming him against the wall. He wasn't trying to be aggressive, he was just trying to restrain him.

Chris looked straight into Hunter's eyes and pleaded desperatley. "Please Hunter, we just need to talk..."

"I don't wanna talk!"

"Hunter, I'm so sorry!"

"Get off!"

Chris pressed on his shoulders tighter. "Where are you even gonna go, kid? Because all that's gonna happen is you're gonna go out and drink yourself to death! Do you want heart failure? Because that's what's gonna happen!"

Hunter fought against his hold. "I'm not gonna get drunk!"

"Where are you going then?!"

"To see John!"

Chris froze, completely. He wasn't sure how to react.

When Hunter was 13 years old, Chris had become his Dad. His real Dad. He had protected him from the bad things and helped him through everything.

Including depression, post traumatic stress, anorexia, self harming, low self esteem.

Everything.

And this was how Hunter repaid him?

By running off to the man Chris had protected him from?

No.

Chris wouldn't allow that to happen.

He was fuming.

"You are not going to see that man!" Chris screamed.

Hunter pushed him away, but stumbled down to the floor when attempting to run off. Chris dropped down to the floor, spun Hunter around to lie on his back, and then held him.

"You're not seeing him," Chris growled. "I've done everything for you Hunter. I've helped you through everything! I helped your depression, your anorexia, your self harming, everything! How can you do this to me?!"

"Just get the fuck off!"

"No Hunter! Not until you promise me you will not go to him!"

"FUCK OFF!"

"NO!"

Chris knew that he had to do something. He wasn't going to hurt Hunter again, but he was going to discipline him. Hunter couldn't go on thinking he could treat people like this. He needed to know when he had crossed the line.

So Chris slapped him.

That wasn't abuse, it was violent, it was discipline.

Sadly for Hunter, one slap meant much more than just that.

"You don't speak to people like that!" Chris warned.

Kat was getting curious as to what all the banging was upstairs, so she rushed up. Knowing that Hunter and Chris were fighting, she picked up her pace until she got to the landing.

Once she saw Chris on top of Hunter, rage in his eyes and a nasty bruise on Hunter's face, she panicked.

"Chris what the fuck are you doing?!"

"He wants to go to John!"

And that was where Kat kind of agreed to the restrained position. She of all people knew what John had done to Hunter, and she wasn't going to let Hunter fall back into those horrible events.

But she didn't believe that violence was the answer.

"Chris get off him," she said quietly.

Hesitantly, Chris moved away from Hunter and then took his wrist to pull him up. Hunter was a bit unsteady, but knew that in a few minutes he was going to be safe.

Well not safe.

But secure?

"Hunter.." Kat whispered. "Why do you want to go to John?"

Hunter grabbed his lip ring. "I dunno..."

"He'll hurt you,"

"But-"

"No buts," she said sternly. "You think that a few months in a mental hospital has made up for the 13 years of abuse and violence? Remember the hell he put you through? Remember when he killed your Mother and tried to shoot you twice? Why would you want to put yourself through that again?"

"Cause I'm fucked up," he mumbled. "But it wasn't John's fault. I made him do it,"

"Hunter, I thought we got over this.." Chris sighed. "How did you make him do it?"

"Because I make everyone hurt me!" Hunter snapped. "I made him hurt me! I made you hurt me!"

"I hurt you because I a bad drunk Hunter! I used to be an alcaholic! My rage comes out when I'm drunk!"

"I can't fucking do this!"

And he really couldn't.

The 4 walls that Hunter lived in were starting to close together like they used to. He was suffocating. He couldn't deal with Chris being overprotective. He couldn't deal with Kat's constant worrying. He couldn't deal with his Dad's mixed emotions.

He couldn't deal with the fact he knew everything that happened was his fault.

*Kat's Pov (1 Hour Later)*

Words couldn't describe how weird this was. I wasn't even sure why this was happening. John should be locked away, not sitting in our living room, talking with his son's adoptive Father.

What the fuck was wrong with the world?

I get that Chris and John were trying to figure things out, but why did me and Hunter need to stay in the room? It was fucking creepy. John was just...watching us.

"You ruined his life," Chris growled. "How can you live with yourself after raping and abusing your own son?"

"Because the same happened to me," John murmured. "And I wanted to feel in control. At the time I didn't regret it, but now I do. Things are different and I want to have a life with my son. Even if I go back to jail, I want to keep in touch with Hunter. I can write him letters and-"

"He can barely write. Remember? Because he never had a proper education until he was 13 years old,"

"Would you stop?" John hissed. "I know I've done unforgivable things to that kid, but I'm here now to make up for it."

I held Hunter's hand tighter in my own. We were both sat down on the floor, my head on his shoulder and his legs over mine. His fingers traced through my hair as if he was trying to comfort himself, and he was breathing lightly into the crook of my neck.

"You ok?" I asked gently.

"Yeah," he murmured; giving me a reassuring smile.

I tried to ignore the purple bruise on his face, he'd had too many of them in his life.

"How do you feel about John talking to Chris?"

"Dunno," he admitted. "Both of my Dad's in the same room is just weird,"

"You're not scared?"

"A bit,"

"Why?"

"They've both hurt me," he mumbled. "So i'm scared that they're both gonna do it again together,"

I cupped Hunter's chin and tilted his face up to look into my eyes. "Listen to me, that is never going to happen. You've put up with enough pain in your life. You're not going to go through anymore,"

Hunter smiled lightly and then carefully brushed his lips over mine.

"I love you so much,"

"I love you too Angel,"

Hunter had started to feel ok with me calling him Angel. He said that it was nice; that it reminded him of the good times with his Mom.

Deeping the kiss, I moved my hands over to Hunter's shoulders to support myself as I crawled onto his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and his arms circled mine. I felt his teeth grip my lower lip, and I smiled into his mouth as his tongue massaged mine.

"Do they always make out like that?"

"Pretty much..."

Me and Hunter then both laughed.

Laughed.

At a conversation between Chris and John.

What the holy mother of fuck?

"Are you ok?" Hunter asked me as I scrunched my face up in confusion.

"Um...yeah," I said; a bit unsure. "It's just weird. Chris and John. I never expected this. Are you sure you're alright? I mean, this man hurt you so much and then he's..."

"I know," Hunter sighed. "I don't get it either. But if he's being honest..like if he's really different, do you think I should keep in touch with him?"

"I dunno," I admitted. "I personally think that it's going to be a struggle either way. But I'm going to be here for you every step. I understand that this is a rough time for you, so I promise that you're never going to have to go through it alone. Alright?"

Hunter's lips gently kissed my forehead. "You're amazing, you know that?"

*Hunter's Pov (1 Month Later)

"Hunter! Hunter! Oh my God, I love you!"

I smashed my lips against Kat's so hard that I felt like I was going to break her. She squeezed tightly on my shoulders as she moaned into my neck, Her legs wrapped around my waist, pressed down on my back and then tugged on my hair so I was pulled closer to her.

Words couldn't describe my feelings for her.

Nothing could describe how much I loved her.

I would die for Kat.

She was my fucking life.

And nothing or no one would ever take that away from us.

( 3 Weeks Later )

"You're not.." I whispered; completely in shock. "No, you've gotta tell me you're joking. Seriously Kat, this isn't funny. Just take the test again, you've probably got it wrong."

"Hunter," she whimpered; clutching her stomach tightly. "I'm pregnant,"

"No!" I cried, slamming my fist into my bedroom wall. "This can't be fucking happening! You've got to get rid of it! You've got to get rid of it, Kat!"

"It?!" She demanded. "Don't you dare call our baby that! This is your child Hunter!"

"But you need to get rid of it!"

"How can you say that?!"

"Because I'll fucking ruin that kid's life!" I yelled; punching the wall again with all of my rage. "You don't get it Kat! My Dad used to be like me! He used to be scared and insecure and an absolute fuck up! But then he had me and everything changed! He wanted to feel more in control when he had me so he started hurting me! That's exactly what I'll do to that baby!"

"Hunter!" Kat urged, reaching forwards to take my hands. "I know it's scary. I know it's so scary and we're both still young. But you would never hurt a young and innocent child. You're going to be an amazing Dad,"

"But you're not even fat..."

Kat laughed a little bit. "Go educate yourself on pregnany, it might help."

* Kat's Pov (1 Week Later) *

"Wait, so I'm not pregnant?"

"No," Chris said quietly. He'd been more than understanding about me and Hunter having unprotected sex and the consequence of that action. But he'd urged me to take another test just to be sure, and now apparently I wasn't?

"But the first test said-"

"Some tests are incorrect," Chris explained. "It's not uncommon."

"Oh my God," I gasped; completely overwhelmed.

I sat down in the hospital chair and burried my head in my hands. I hadn't come to the hospital to get another test, I was here with Hunter because he needed another blood transfusion. His anemia had never really gone away due to the ammount of blood he'd lost during his childhood years.

"Kat if you think about it, this is a good thing." Chris assured me. "I mean, yeah it would've been amazing to have a mini Hunter running around, but you're both so young. You'd have to give up school, college, everything. It's best to wait until you're older,"

I nodded in agreement. "I guess you're right,"

Chris ruffled my hair. "I am. On the subject, do you want to have kids with Hunter in the future?"

"Definitley," I said honestly. "And Hunter wants them too. He was scared at first, but he was actually pretty excited afterwards."

"I hope he doesn't take it too hard," Chris murmured. "But since you're wanting kids in the future, do you think it's best to take a few tests? Just to make sure everything's alright?"

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"Well...Hunter's had a lot of injuries in his life. He's been shot, abused, raped, took overdoses, drunk a lot of alcahol. Some of the consequences might be worse than PTSD. I'm not saying anything's wrong. I'm just saying that whilst you're both here, isn't it worth to just make sure?"

"Yeah," I said; a little unsure. "Yeah, alright."

* Hunter's Pov ( 2 Weeks Later ) *

"Dad?"

"What's up, kid?" John asked as I sat down on the couch at his apartment. He looked at me with deep concern, knowing that something was obviously wrong. I hesitated towards him, and locked my finger around my lip ring.

"I don't know if it's something to get upset about..."

His face turned completely seriousness. "Hunter, what's happened?"

"Dad, I'm infertile."

( 3rd Person's Pov )

John didn't know what to say. His son was infertile? Because of him? He wasn't sure what to feel. A part of him was relieved. The cycle of abuse in the Storm family was finally coming to an end; biologically at least. But a part of him was devastated that because of him, his son couldn't give a baby boy or girl to Kat.

"Kat wanted kids so bad..." Hunter whimpered into his Dad's chest as John comfortingly soothed his hands up and down Hunter's back. "She was so happy when she thought she was pregnant and now she's never gonna feel like that with me. I'm such a fuck up,"

"Hey.." John murmured assuringly. "Don't say that. This isn't your fault, it's mine. It's mine and I am so unbelievabley sorry. I know that nothing is ever going to make up for this, but you have to know how sorry I am. I can't believe this. Hunter, I am so so sorry."

Hunter didn't know what to feel either. A part of him was furious at his Dad. If John hadn't have beaten him so much and caused so much damange, then he wouldn't be infertile. But a part of him was mad at himself more than anything else. Hunter hadn't been infertile all because of his Dad. Yes, John had caused most of the damage. But what completed the infertility was the consequences of his alcahol problems, drug overdoses and self harming. He didn't have enough blood cells to support himself properly, so how the hell could he have enough to create another human being?

Anemia was a bitch.

"Have you spoken to Chris about this?" John asked quietly.

"No,"

"Why not?"

"I dunno," Hunter whispered. "I just wanted to talk to you..."

A wave of relief rushed over John.

"You...you trust me?"

Hunter didn't even hesitate to answer. "I trust you,"

( Kat's Pov )

"It's gonna be ok," Hunter assured me as he gripped my hands; holding them tightly. I fought back on the tears bursting through my eyes and I smiled lightly at Hunter.

"I know baby," I whispered. "I promise we'll get through this. We've been through worse, right?"

"Right," Hunter agreed; determination all over his face. "Because there are other ways to have kids and I swear to God that we will have kids. Because I love you so much and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. I wanna have a baby with you. I wanna have a baby boy with you and we can call him Daniel because that's what your Dad's name was, and I wanna have a baby girl with you so I can kill any boy that she dates. I promise that we're gonna have children and I promise that I'm gonna love those kids as much as I love you. You're my life Kat. I can't live without you. You're everything that's right in the world and you didn't deserve any of the hell I put you through when we 1st met. You're the reason I'm even alive with you. You're the reason I get up in the morning and the reason I'm not scared of living anymore. I love you so much Kat. I love you so much,"

( Chris' Pov )

"What are you doing here?" I demanded as I saw John in the waiting room at the hospital. He looked up at me in worry and then stood up, awkwardly looking around.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "I was just leaving and-"

"Mr. Storm?" One of the nurses asked as she came towards John. She gave him the friendly smile and looked at her clipboard. "Are you ready for your treatment?"

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, just give me a minute."

"Well Dr. Portman is ready to see you when you are," she said and walked off with a smile.

"Dr. Portman?" I asked, raising an eye-brow. "That can't be right. He treats...oh my God,"

"Please Chris, don't tell Hunter?!" He begged desperatley.

Words couldn't explain how much of a shock this was. I mean, yeah; John deserved it. He had got what was coming to him. Only thing was, how had this even happened.

"How long have you known?"

"Since I got out of the mental hospital," he admitted. "That's what inspired me to get things right with Hunter. I need to make things better with him Chris. Otherwise, I'm not gonna be here to tell him it wasn't his fault and he's not gonna believe you, is he? No offense, but he's only gonna believe the guy that actually did it. Just please don't tell him? Not yet at least,"

I sighed deeply. "You don't wanna hurt him anymore? Then tell him. Because this is hurting him, keeping him in the dark. It's not right,"

"I know..but-"

"How long have you got?"

"6 months, I dunno.."

"Hunter does that," I told him as John pulled on his lip. "Well, he grabs his lip ring when he's nervous. I thought it was just a random habit but looks like he got it off you,"

"I noticed he does it," John murmured.

I sighed again. "Look, you're the last person that deserves my help and up until you got out of jail, I wanted you dead. Do you know the state Hunter was in when I 1st adopted him?"

( Flashback - 3 years ago - 3rd Person's Pov )

"Hunter! Oh God...no! Hunter it's ok!"

But Hunter didn't believe this strange man. He knew that nothing was ok. He knew that this man, Chris, was going to hurt him. He just had to get out before he had the chance.

So the 13 year old Hunter repeatedly striked out against Chris; trying to defend himself in any way possible. He wasn't trying to be like this, he just didn't want to be hurt again.

Chris tried his best to restrain Hunter, but Hunter just saw that as an attack.

"Hunter, you need to calm down!"

"FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!"

Hunter clenched his fists tightly and continuosly slammed them into Chris' chest, punching and punching over and over again. Chris bit back his pain as Hunter hit him so hard that his lip burst and blood spilled out onto his chin.

Losing himself in the pain, Chris released his hands from Hunter and wiped the blood from his mouth.

But Hunter took the advantage quickly squirmed away. He blocked out images of his Dad, believing that he was dead when in fact he wasn't, and then he jumped back towards the wall.

"Hunter, it's ok." Chris assured him, trying his best to think of something reasonable. As a Doctor, he knew what to do during PTSD episodes, but he'd never seen anything quite so extreme.

Hunter gripped on his hair so hard that thought he might pull it out.

And he only pulled tighter once Chris stepped closer to him.

Well, in reality Chris was walking to him. In Hunter's mind, it was John. Hunter had obviously done something wrong, and now his Dad was going to punish him for it. He was going to beat him because he deserved it and the only thing that Hunter could do was beg him not to hurt him.

"I'm sorry!" He whimpered, his breathing speeding up to hyperventilation. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Dad I'm sorry! I'm sorry Dad! I'm sorry!"

"Hunter, am I your Dad?"

"Yes!"

"No," Chris said slowly as he crawled down in front of Hunter. "Look at me really close. Go on, it's ok."

Hunter nervously looked up, but only saw his Dad.

"Do I still look like your Dad?"

"You are my Dad!"

"Hunter,"

And that was when Hunter realized that this man was not his Dad. His Dad spoke in a tone full of hate and anger and fury. This man's voice was different. It had an emotion in it that Hunter had never heard before.

Love.

( Chris' Pov - Present Time )

"How long did it take?" John asked quietly. "Before Hunter started to...adjust to the normal way of living?"

Chris shrugged. "It was 6 months before he stopped convincing himself that I was you. Another 6 months before he could sleep without a nightmare. Things changed dramatically when I married Lisa and Kat started speaking to him. Hunter always acted like he hated her, but I always knew that deep down he felt something emotional. He wasn't afraid of he like he was of everyone else. I mean, at first their relationship was of nothing than pure anger and hatred. But when we moved to Cyprus...god, I just remembered you put me in a coma."

"Sorry about that," he said...sincerely? "I was just pissed at you because you were a batter Dad than I was,"

"Well do you know how you can be an absolutley great Dad?"

"How?"

But deep down, John already knew the answer.

( Hunter's Pov )

I knew something was wrong. There had to be. Why else would Chris bring John to the house and leave me alone with him in a room whilst him and Kat stayed away?

Something was definitley wrong.

And John looked like there was as well.

"What's wrong?" I asked quietly.

John took hold of my wrist as I grabbed my lip ring, and he guided my arm back to rest on my knee. He looked at me as if he was broken down; as if he'd lost the last battle; as if he was dying.

"Dad," I whispered; getting scared. "What's wrong? Are you going back to jail?"

"No," he assured me. "Nothing like that. It's just...I'm not well,"

"What?"

"Chris told me that you don't really understand these things; that you get confused easily. So I'm going to try and break it down really, really, simple for you so it's easier to understand."

"Dad I'm scared,"

"Come here," he murmured, taking my arms and then wrapping his own around my waist. His hand pressed down on the back of my head and burried my face in his shoulders. His fingers traced through my hair he sighed into the side of my neck; making me flinch a little but not out of fear.

Worry

."Don't be scared kid," he soothed. "I don't want you to be scared,"

I ignored that though. "You're not well?"

John placed his hands at both sides of my face and then he tilted my head up so that my gaze locked with his. His green eyes stared back at mine and I looked back without hesitation.

"Kid I've got cancer,"

( 3rd Person's Pov )

Cancer.

Hunter knew what that word meant.

C - A - N - C - E - R

It was death in 6 letters, right? It killed adults and it killed childre. It destroyed lives. It ruined happiness. It made people really, really sick and it made it's victims cry.

It was a really bad thing and people died from it.

But John wasn't going to die.

How could he? He was Hunter's Dad.

But what Hunter didn't realize was just because John was his Dad, didn't mean that he was never going to die. It meant that when he died, it was just going to be harder.

"Are you going to die?"

But of course, Hunter already knew the answer.

Cancer was death in 6 letters.

( 2 Hours Later )

"John? I think it's time for you to leave,"

"Just give me a few more minutes?"

John was desperate to saviour every last second he had with Hunter. Even though Hunter was asleep in his bed, completely unaware that his Dad had spent the last hour just staring at him, John felt satisfied.

"I'd let you stay longer but Kat needs her sleep as well,"

Kat rolled her eyes and stepped out from the wall she'd been eavesdropping behind. "It's alright Chris. I'll just sleep in my room tonight,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she said honestly before looking John straight in the eye. "I'm never going to like you, simple as that. But my Dad died of cancer..so I know how it feels to want to make the most of what you have left. So..I'm sorry. Really,"

"Thanks Kat," John smiled weakly. "And thanks for everything you've helped Hunter through,"

"Yeah well..I love him,"

Kat stepped around the corner and headed to her own room what she hadn't slept in for months. She hated the guts of John, but she of all people understood how a Father felt when he knew he was going to have to leave his child.

She knew that how horrible it was.

And that was why she was compromising with John.

He had less than a year to live.

And she wasn't going to be the one make that even worse.

( Hunter's Pov )

It was an understatement to say that I was a little freaked out to wake up to John instead of Kat, when I thought that he had left during the night. Why was he still here? Had Chris let him stay? He looked really tired. Had he even slept last night? Or had he just stared at me repeatedly like he was now?

"Hey kid," he smiled weakly; brushing the back of his hand over my cheek. "You ok?"

"Yeah," I murmured. "Did you stay here all night?"

He nodded gently. "Yeah. Chris let me stay. Kat's in her own room. I would've gone but...I wanted to stay with you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah," I said honestly. "It's fine,"

"How do you feel about...the cancer?"

I flinched at the word. I hated it. I'd known that there was a catch to why John was suddenly interested and seemed to care about me. It wasn't just because he cared. It was because he was going to die.

"Hunter?"

I snapped out of it and sighed a little; not sure of what to say.

"I don't want you to die..."

"It's karma," he shrugged.

I frowned. "No it's not,"

"I deserve it Hunter,"

"No you don't!" I screamed, jumping upright in bed. Adrenaline was overruling the insecurity so I didn't care that I was just in my boxers. "You don't deserve it! Your Dad hurt you!"

"That's no excuse for what I did!"

"But you don't deserve to die!"

"Yes I do!"

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

"Gabriel,"

I winced. "Don't call me that,"

"It's your name,"

"No it's not. My name is Hunter,"

"Do you know why we called you that?"

"No,"

"Come here,"

I hesitated a little before coming closer to John. I wasn't scared, I was just scared about getting too angry to stay still. John's arms wrapped around my waist and I held myself to his chest as if it could save him.

"Wanna know why me and your Mom called you Gabriel? Because I swear to God, you're an angel."

( Kat's Pov * 2 Months Later * )

John's treatment hadn't gone well. It hadn't helped at all. His cancer was too strong and had spread. He was supposed to have 4 months to live, but now it had gone to just a few weeks.

Hunter was breaking.

It would take a while to get over the death of John, but not as long as it took to get over his abuse. Things would get better and we all knew it. But at the moment, things were too bad to even begin to see the brighter side.

Hunter was drunkenly knealing on the floor, looking up at the sky and crying his eyes out. I wasn't sure what to do or how to comfort him. At the moment, he was just angry at life himself.

"KARMA, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

And he was also shouting out abuse at the sky.

"SO WHAT IF HE FUCKED UP MY LIFE? I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE! HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO DIE! HE WAS ABUSED TOO! WHY CAN'T YOU GO KILL HIS BITCH OF A DAD?! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO RUIN EVERYTHING AGAIN?! WHY DON'T YOU JUST KILL ME INSTEAD?! I'M THE ONE THAT WANTED TO DIE! KILL ME INSTEAD YOU FUCKING BITCH! JUST KILL ME!"

"Hunter," I sighed and then made my way over to him. It was absolutley freezing and the snow was knee deep, but I didn't care. I knealt down behind Hunter and wrapped an arm around his waist. I placed my other hand on the side of his head and then guided it down so he burried his face in my shoulder. My neck became wet with tears in an instant but that was the least of my worries.

"Hunter it's ok," I promised him. "It's all gonna be ok. I swear to you that we'll get through this,"

"I don't want him to die Kat," he whimpered. "I don't want him to die..."

"I didn't want my Dad to die either," I whispered. "And it was hard. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to witness but you know what? I got through it. I promise you that I'm gonna help you through this and I promise you that your Dad is always going to be watching over you. You're going to be fine, Hunter. You're going to be absolutley fine,"

( Hunter's Pov * 1 Day Later * )

I tried to ignore the bitch of a headache as I walked through the cemetery with Dad. We were both nervous about doing this; him in particular. After all, I was going to see my dead Mom and he was going to see the grave of the women he murdered.

"Chris told me you got a little upset last night," John said as we walked past the graves. "What happened?"

"I just got a bit drunk," I murmured.

John raised an eye-brow. "And?"

"And started shouting at the sky,"

"Why?"

"I dunno," I admitted. "I think I was talking to God,"

"You believe in God?"

"Nope,"

"Yet you were talking to him?"

"I do weird things when I'm drunk,"

John chuckled and then stepped closer to me so he could swing his arm over my shoulder. It was raining and we were both soaked, but I didn't care. I wanted to see Mom and so did he.

"I believe in God," he informed me. "Either that, or I think you've got one hell of a good angel watching over you."

"What?"

"How many times have you...tried to end everything?"

I thought back to the suicide attempts and winced. "Twice.."

"Both overdoses?"

"Yeah,"

"Who found you?"

"The 1st time Chris found me and the 2nd time Kat saved me,"

"She saved you?"

"She made me throw up the pills,"

"Owe her a lot," he murmured. "And I...I tried to do that to you 2 times, didn't i? So tell me, why didn't the universe just go along with it and let you die? Why did it save you?"

"Um.."

"Because you're a good person Hunter," he promised. "You're a good person and you're always going to be a good person,"

A few minutes later we saw my Mom's grave. It felt weird knowing that her body was under it. I hadn't been to her funeral. The last time I had seen her was when John shot her. She died instantly, end of.

She died hating me.

And I knew for a fact that a part of me died with her.

Me and John faced the grave, both unsure of what to say. I looked over the writing and mentally laughed at the irony.

Lydia Storm. Beloved daughter.

They didn't put Beloved Wife or Beloved Mother simply because she wasn't. She died full of hate and we all knew it. Well, me and John did at least.

"Wanna say anything?" John asked awkwardly.

I just shook my head.

There was nothing for me to say.

John sighed. "Me either,"

"It's not like she can hear," I murmured.

"No?"

"No,"

"Are you ever gonna come here when I'm...-"

I winced at the thought of it. "Do you want me to?"

"I'd appreciate the company.."

"I'll come," I promised. "Are you gonna be here? Next to Mom?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I really did love her, you know?"

"Do you think that I'm gonna hurt Kat?" I asked quietly. "Cause I really love her, but then..you loved Mom and now..."

"I know I told you that you were gonna hurt her," he admitted. "But truth is, you're stronger than I was. You are never going to hurt that girl and deep down, you know you wont either."

"I don't want you to die Dad,"

John pulled me closer to his chest and I could tell he was fighting back tears. "I know kid. But you wanna know what will make me really happy?"

I tilted my head up. "What?"

"If you sing at my funeral,"

"What?"

"Chris told me you can sing," he explained. "Said that you sound a lot like a guy from Never Shout Never so I looked the guy up and you look a hell of a lot like him,"

"Everyone says that," I mumbled.

"You do though," he chuckled. "So will you? Sing at my funeral?"

"What song?"

"I dunno," he murmured. "Something nice. Something...inspiring. Something that means a lot to you. Anything that describes you as a person,"

( 3rd Person's Pov * 2 Weeks Later * )

This was it. This was it and everyone knew it. Kat, Hunter, Chris. They all knew that this was the end for John. They knew that it was finally going to end once and for all.

John lay in the hospital bed, broken and defeated. His eyes were red and purple bags lay underneath them. He was almost as pale as Hunter now and -

Hunter.

That was the only thing on John's mind.

He didn't want to leave his broken son in a world of pure evil. He wanted to be there to guide him through the rest of his life so he could feel loved and protected. But luckily, John knew that even in death he could do that. He could be the not so angelic angel that would forever watch over his son.

Hunter was knealing down at John's deathbed, tears already watering in his eyes.

Even though his bones were aching, John put in enough effort to gently cup Hunter's cheek.

"You're gonna be fine kid," he murmured; his voice croaked up and dying. "You're gonna be absolutley fine,"

Hunter tried to speak, but his voice was too choked up. He knew that if he said something he would burst out into tears, so for the moment he bit his tongue.

Kat noticed Hunter struggling, so she quietly came up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist; leaning her head on his shoulder. She knew this was a moment between him and John, but she also knew when Hunter was so vulnerable that he needed her support.

This was one of those moments.

Eventually Hunter managed to force his words out. "Please don't die..."

A ghost of a smile appeared on John's face. "It's not my choice kid. You've just gotta know that I love the fucking bones of you. I love you so much it hurts. You've got to know that. Tell me you know that,"

"I know," Hunter whispered; the tears now falling from his eyes. "I know you love me,"

John smiled a bit more. "That's good. But think of it this way, you know where I'm going don't you?"

"No," Hunter whimpered.

"That place you told me about," John chuckled. "The band you like..My Chemical Romance or whatever they're called. I'm going to the place they talk about. What's it called again?"

Hunter felt himself smiling a little bit now. "The Black Parade?"

John stroked Hunter's cheeks. "Yeah. That's where I'm going. The Black Parade,"

"Can you wait for me? When you go there?"

John wasn't sure what to say now. He knew that Hunter was confused and didn't really understand what it meant to die, but how could he reply to this?

The honest way of course.

"I wont even go there until you're ready to come with me kid,"

A cry escaped Hunter's lips. "I love you Dad,"

John smiled. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that,"

And it was true. A huge wave of relief suddenly rushed over John and that was when he knew that his life was complete. He'd done what he set out to do and he had succeeded.

His son loved him.

Gabriel loved him.

There it was.

The end of John Storm.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

( Hunter's Pov )

"Dad?! DAD?!"

"Chris, we need to get him out of here.." Kat urged as Doctors rushed into the room. I was completely unaware to that though, I wasn't even sure if Kat was talking.

I was too busy focussing on my Dad.

"Dad open your fucking eyes!" I screamed, breaking free of my hold from Kat and slamming my hands down on his shoulders. I shook him as hard as I could but he didn't respond. "Dad! Open your fucking eyes! Open them! Please?!"

"Come on Hunter," Chris murmured as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up to his chest. I struggled violently against his hold, trying to break free so I could jump back down to my Dad. I had to make him open his eyes. He had to open them!

"DAD?!" I cried hysterically, prying at Chris' arms as hard as I could. "Chris get the fuck off me! Get the fuck off me!"

"Hunter, you can't be in here." He said assuringly as he forced me over to the door. "You're going to be ok. You just can't stay in here, alright?"

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME?! DAD?! DAD?!"

( 3rd Person's Pov * 3 Days Later * )

"When I was a young boy,

My Father took me into the city,

To see a marching band,

He said son when you grow up will you be

The saviour of the broken?

The beaten and the damned?

Because one day I'll leave you

A phanton, to lead you to the summer,

To join the black parade..."

Hunter didn't sing at the funeral. He couldn't bring himself to. But he wasn't going to ignore his Dad's wishes. Instead of singing at the funeral, he sung before the funeral. Before people began arriving for the service, Hunter pulled up a chair and came close to the open coffin.

And he sang the song he thought fit his and John's relationship.

Welcome To The Black Parade by My Chemical Romance.

And with a final strum of his guitar, Hunter took the plectrum and placed it on John's hand. He didn't make direct contact because it would be too painful. So after that, Hunter stood up and walked away.

During the funeral he didn't really say anything. He didn't cry, have watery eyes, or pay attention to the words being said. He hadn't needed to wear anything formal since most of his clothes consisted of black.

Hunter hadn't expected many people to come to the funeral.

He was even more shocked when John's Father, his Grandfather turned up.

At first, Hunter had wanted to run up to him and scream at him. But then he realized that it was wrong to do that. The man looked about 70 and he had green eyes and black hair. He looked like John, so he looked like him as well.

Hunter wanted to speak to this man, but a part of him told him not to.

So instead, he sat down with Kat and held her hand really tightly. She had her arm around his shoulder and gently rubbed his neck as an attempt to soothe him. But she knew that he was really troubled by this. And she knew that she couldn't do anything except comfort him and tell him it was going to be ok.

After the service, Hunter knew that he had to leave.

Him, Kat and Chris started to head towards the doors, but with their luck, they couldn't get out without an incident.

( Kat's Pov )

"Gabriel?"

I knew that anyone who adressed Hunter by that name was obviously bad news. It wasn't a fact, just a gut instinct. But to be honest, when I heard that voice, for a split second, I'd thought it was John.

Me, Hunter and Chris all turned around and...yeah, that was why he sounded like John.

Because it was his Father.

That was just what Hunter needed.

"Are you Gabriel?"

"No," Hunter said quietly. "I'm Hunter,"

I felt tears stinging in my eyes at that moment and I gripped on his hand tighter. Hunter looked down to the floor and with his free hand, he took hold of his lip ring.

"Hunter? No you're Gabriel," the man said in confusion. "My son sent my pictures,"

The man reached into his pocket and then pulled out a crumpled up picture. He unfolded it and then held it out to us. It was the picture of Hunter from his 1st photo shoot. The collage of 3 pictures. I couldn't take my eyes off the one where his hair was all ruffled up and he was smiling; it was too adorable.

"He changed my name," Hunter mumbled; obviously nervous.

"Oh," the man said quietly. "I'm Sam, your-"

Hunter cut him off. "I know who you are,"

"I think it's best if we just leave. It's been a rough day for Hunter," Chris urged, obviously sensing Hunter's awkwardness.

Sam reached his hand out as we took a step towards the door. "Wait, I just want to talk to Gabr...Hunter for a few moments. He is my grandson,"

"You hurt my Dad..."

Sam winced, closing his eyes for a second. "And I hate myself for that. Once I found out he was hurting you too..I tried to talk to him but it just made him more angry."

"Why did you hurt him?"

"Hunter," Chris sighed.

"No it's ok," Sam assured him. "I didn't have a good childhood either. I guess it's ending with you,"

"No I don't hit people," Hunter mumbled.

Sam shook his head. "No, I didn't mean that. What I'm trying to say is...what are you doing?"

Sam must've noticed how Hunter grabbed his lip ring.

"What?"

"John used to grab his lip when he was nervous," Sam noted. "You have his eyes as well. My eyes,"

Hunter just nodded. "Ok,"

"I'm sorry Hunter," Sam apologized. "I know you don't want to speak to me. I just had to speak to you once. I had to know my grandson,"

"Ok,"

"You're not going to get anymore out of him," Chris explained. "He's not too good with strangers,"

"You're Chris, aren't you?"

"Yes,"

"Thankyou for helping him,"

"Wasn't easy.."

"Well thankyou,"

Chris smiled a little, and so did Sam. I hoped that maybe Hunter would too but realistically, he wouldn't. He wasn't going to smile today or for a while maybe.

He just needed some time.

And so did everyone else.

"It was really nice meeting you Hunter," Sam said gently. "Really, I've been waiting for a very long time."

"Ok," Hunter said for the 3rd time. "Bye..."

"Bye son,"

And that was it.

( 1 Month Later * Kat's Pov * )

Hunter was really doing well. He hadn't used alcahol, drugs, or self harm to get over his Dad's death. Instead, he spoke to me and Chris and we helped him through it step by step. He told us when he was feeling bad and he told us when he was feeling good. Every Tuesday he went to see his Dad's grave next to his Mom and he'd just talk to the both of them as if they were really right there in front of him. They where though, they had to be.

And they were smiling.

Smiling at how far their son had come.

Hunter still went to therapy. We all knew that he would never be properly cured for the horrors that he had lived through. He'd always have the occasional nightmare, the urge to grab a razor, the urge to stop eating, the urge to end everything so he wouldn't have to put up with anything anymore.

But he didn't.

Because he was so much stronger now.

"Cookie?"

"I can't believe you went out at 11 pm just to buy a cookie,"

"Fine. I'll have it all then,"

"No, no! I want the cookie,"

Hunter rolled his eyes and then broke the cookie in half, handing it to me. We were sat on the floor in front of the fireplace and just gazing at each other whilst eating cookies and listening to Green Day. It was all perfect.

"You feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Hunter said honestly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yup,"

"Do you know where my phone is?"

"Kat shut the fuck up so I can eat my cookie,"

I rolled my eyes and playfully elbowed him. "Remember when you got me a cookie but you eated it?"

Hunter chuckled. "And I took a freakishly cute picture of me eating the cookie?"

"You're so weird," I giggled. "Remind me why I love you?"

"Because you couldn't find anyone else,"

"And yet you still love me?"

"I don't love you. I just have needs,"

"Needs?"

"Yeah needs,"

I raised an eye-brow. "What needs?"

"Sex needs. Oh and sandwich needs. Bitch go make me a sandwich,"

"Fuck you,"

"Bitch get yo ass in the kitchen and go make me a goddamn sandwich!"

Jokingly, I reached forwards and grabbed Hunter's cookie. He saw what I was going to do and his eyes widened in absolute horror. I could literally hear the dramatic music in the background as I opened my mouth and placed the cookie between my lips.

In slow motion, Hunter screamed really really loud.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!"

He jumped on top of me and playfully slammed me down on the floor; pinning both of my hands at my side with only one of his. He used his other hand to grab the cookie, and then he pretty much sat on me so he could eat it.

"Getting squished here!"

"Shut up bitch and go make me a sandwich,"

"Evil!"

"Evil!"

"Don't mimick me!"

"Don't mimick me!"

"Hunter! Right, I'm just gonna copy you now!"

Hunter sighed but then cracked a smile. "Hunter is the most gorgeous guy in the whole world and I'm gonna go make him a sandwich like the bitch of a women I am,"

"Hunter is the most-"

I stopped mid thought and playfully slapped him again.

"Sly Hunter. Very sly,"

He shrugged. "I'm a bad boy that doesn't get caught,"

"Seriously, if you weren't so goddamn cute.."

"I could get away with murder!"

"Awesome.."

"I'll start with you!"

"Great. How are you going to kill me?"

He thought for a minute. "Can you die of laughter?"

"Um...I dunno. Why?"

"Because I'm gonna tickle you until you die,"

"What?! No!"

10 minutes later, Hunter was still tickling me and I could barely breathe I was laughing that hard. Why was he so good at tickling people to death? He was really going to kill me. I was having a freaking asthma attack.

"Hunter! Stop?!"

"NEVER!"

"Please?!"

"Only if you go make me a sandwich..."

"I'll make you a sandwich like the bitch of a women I am!"

Hunter chuckled and then jumped off me, back onto the couch. I spent a few moments trying to catch my breath and then I stood up, my body aching because he'd tickled me so hard.

"Go make me a sandwich bitch,"

"Never!"

And I ran away.

( 3rd Persons Pov )

On Hunter's 17 birthday, he felt like pretending it was his 6th so he acted like a little kid as he never got the chance to be one. He climbed a tree, and then fell out because Alex got the great idea to throw a tennis ball at him. Luckily, Hunter fell on the snow so there wasn't that much damage. Just a few stitches and a broken wrist...but that was a good thing. Everyone needed a playful scar from their childhood.

Things with Hunter and Kat and Chris were changing dramatically. Everything was getting better and better and better. Hunter still went to his parents grave every Tuesday and he still went out with Kat to the library and ate pizza. He still had therapy once a week just to double check that everything was ok and he was still on anti-depressants.

But that was a good thing. You could be strong, but you always needed the extra help in life.

Hunter wasn't sure what he wanted as a career yet.

He wasn't the type of guy to sell his life story for money and he wasn't the type of guy to become a therapist so he could help others through similar things that he went through.

Hunter was the type of guy to do something that he loved.

He did part time photography and modelling, but that wasn't enough.

That's when it came to him though.

When Hunter turned 18 years old, he knew what he wanted his lifetime committment to be.

He wanted to be a Dad.

But not before 21.

Until then, he had some different ideas.

He wanted to party until the sun came down.

So for Kat's 18th birthday present, Hunter used his modelling money to buy a holiday to LA. It wasn't his ideal holiday, but he knew that Kat had always wanted to go there. James and Alex got tickets as well, and they had the best 2 weeks they'd had in a while.

Kat was doing great with her life. She, unlike Hunter, was the type of person to use her own experiances to help others. She was going to be a therapist and she was going to help abuse victims. She was going to help them like they had helped Hunter and she was going to be proud of herself for that.

Hunter was proud of her as well. Because what Kat was doing...that was something that he couldn't even do himself.

( Kat's Pov *Age 20* )

"We're in a library..."

"No, we're in our library." Hunter corrected me as he pulled me up onto our window ledge. He flipped open the box of pepporoni pizza and took a bite.

His love for pizza honestly never died.

"We've not been here since we were 17," I giggled.

I loved it here. It was one of my favorite places to go but when I started college, I never really had enough time to do things as much as I'd like. But once I got my degree and became a therapist in a few years, I'd be able to come and go as I pleased.

"So why are you suddenly bringing me here again?" I asked.

Hunter groaned. "Why does there always have to be a catch with you?"

"Cause I'm cool like that," I joked. "But what is the catch?"

"It's not exactly a catch..."

"Hunter," I chuckled.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I was gonna wait till later but no, you're a demanding bitch."

I playfully slapped him. "Get on with it you bastard,"

Hunter scowled at me, but then gave me that cute adorable smile he always wore.

"I love you Kat. You're a bitch, but I love you so much. You're so beautiful and gorgeous and you have...really nice hair. You've helped me through so much and even if I didn't love you, I'd owe you my life. You saved me, literally. You said you were going to fix me and you did. You helped me through so many bad times and you stuck by my side no matter what stupid or fucked up decision I made. You didn't let the fact that I was completely messed up ruin our relationship and you helped me overcome my insecurities. You tried to take a bullet for me and you got into a car crash and you left your Mom and you helped me stop with the drugs, the alcahol and the self harming. You are my fucking life Kat. Words can't describe how much I love you. You're like an angel. You're so amazing and beautiful and I can't imagine my life without you. Kat..."

Hunter reached into the pocket of his skinny jeans and then pulled out a black box.

He flipped it open and my whole breath was just swept away.

I had waited for this moment for 4 years.

And now it was finally here.

"Kat will you marry me?"

I smiled so hard that it hurt.

"Yes!"

( 9 Months Later * Hunter's Pov * )

"I'm getting married in 5 minutes. I'm getting married in 5 minutes. I'm getting married in 5 minutes. Chris why the fuck am I getting married in 5 minutes?!"

Chris laughed at my pre wedding neves and then ruffled my hair, something he never seemed to stop doing.

"You're not wanting to call it off, are you?"

"No!" I cried. "No. I'm just...nervous,"

"We all get nervous," he assured me. "But everything's gonna be fine."

I breathed in a deep breath. "Alright,"

"Do you know how long I've been telling you that?" Chris asked, raising an eye-brow. I shrugged my shoulders, obviously knowing that the answer was ' a lot. '

"How long?"

"7 years and counting," he chuckled. "You are ok though, aren't you? 100 percent, absolutley ok?"

"I'm fine," I promised.

And for once, I honestly mean it.

( 3rd Person's Pov )

The wedding was amazing. Kat was the most beautiful person anyone had ever seen as she walked down the aisle, Chris at her side. Hunter had wanted Chris to be his best man, but he knew that Kat needed someone to give her away. And he wanted her happiness more than anything else.

So Hunter was settling for James and was absolutley dreading his speech. He'd include every stupid thing he'd ever done in his life.

And there where a lot of complete and utterly stupid things.

Kat and Hunter took each other's hands as they began their vows and it was an understatement to say that they both laughed quite a lot. It was just one of those moments where it was too adorable, you just had to laugh.

But as they both said "I do,"

People were inspired by their completely, passionate kiss..long kiss..slight makeout.

At the reception, Chris' speech had made most people cry. He'd spoken about how Hunter had imrpoved so much, how he had taken life into his own his own hands and worked incredibly hard to create a better atmosphere. It had been moving and inspiring and most people had shed a tear. Then when he was talking about Kat, more tears where shed. Kat wasn't his real daughter, but he loved the boens of her.

Hunter had been so nervous during his speech.

It had been quite short and brief, but one of the most inspiring words people had heard.

He didn't really speak about his abuse..just about how his childhood hadn't been the best. But how Kat had helped him through absolutley everything and how he would die for her if he had to.

His love was clear to everyone.

But James' speech?

Well it wasn't really a speech.

It was more or less just James rambling on about how he, Hunter and Kat still hadn't had their threesome.

Later on that night, Hunter wrapped his arms around Kat and pressed their foreheads together.

They held each other tightly as they slowly danced to My Chemical Romance, Welcome To The Black Parade.

( 1 Year Later * Hunter's Pov * )

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

"You're such a kid," I whined as he crawled over to Daniel who was now hugging Kat's leg.

"I am a kid!" Daniel protested.

"Still..." I mumbled.

Daniel was our 8 year old son. Well, not our biological son. Since I was infertile, it was pretty impossible to have a baby with Kat. We had adopted Daniel 7 months ago, and he was a perfectly happy and healthy 8 year old boy. Well, not perfectly happy. He was kind of angry that I'd just spent the last 20 minutes tickling the hell out of him.

We hadn't just adopted any child.

We'd adopted one that needed a home; that needed love and security like I did when I was his age.

We saw the name Daniel, and as that was Kat's Dad's name, we wanted to find out more about him.

When Daniel was 6 years old, his Mom remarried a drunken bastard. This drunken bastard sexually abused Daniel, and as his Mother refused to leave the bastard, Daniel was placed into care. Luckily, this bastard was in jail for the next 6 years and Daniel was here; safe and secure with me and Kat.

Daniel didn't know about my abusive childhood and I didn't want him to yet.

When he was older, yeah I'd tell him.

But I wasn't going to burden an 8 year old with my problems.

I loved Daniel and I knew that he felt safe with me. At first he'd been scared of me and Kat. But we knew how to handle those situations. After all, I'd been freaking terrified of Chris when I first met him.

I just held him when he was scared. I promised him that nobody was going to hurt him. That I understood what it felt like to live in fear. That he was safe with me and Kat.

And in only a few weeks, Daniel called me Dad.

"Dad?"

"Yup?"

"Where's your Dad?"

"Honey, I don't think we should talk about that.." Kat said gently, soothing her fingers over Daniel's light blonde hair.

"No it's alright," I assured them both. "My Dad's in the black parade, kid."

"What's that?"

"It's a place you go when you die," I explained.

"He died?"

"Yeah kid,"

Daniel raised an eye-brow. "I thought you go to heaven,"

"It's heaven for the cool people,"

"Your Dad's cool?"

"My Dad's freaking awesome,"

Daniel smiled and then jumped forwards out of Kat's grip, leaping into my arms. I didn't wear short sleeves around Daniel. I didn't want him to ask questions about the weird white marks on my arms.

I hadn't picked up a razor since I was 17 years old.

I was 21 now.

"What's wrong kid?" I asked Daniel as he burried his face into my chest.

"Nothing," he murmured. "I just love you,"

I felt like the kid was purposley trying to tear at my heartstrings.

Smiling into his hair, I rubbed Daniel's back. "I love you too kid,"

( 3rd Person's Pov )

Daniel learned to love his new Mom and Dad more and more each day. He had no idea what to do without them. His Dad was his hero, literally. He looked up to him in every way. He wanted to be just like his Dad. He wanted to have a lip ring and play guitar and take photos and instead of going to heaven when he died, he wanted to go to the Black Parade so he could meet his Grandad as well.

Daniel didn't think much of his other life with his biological Mother or her drunk boyfriend.

He only thought of that when he was alone, and that was hardly ever.

The only time that Daniel had honestly had a breakdown was when he was 15 years old.

( Hunter's Pov )

"Daniel? Kid come on, open the door or I'm gonna get that lock removed.."

I heard the twisting of the lock and then my 15 year old son popped his head out; his finger wrapped around his lip ring; a habit he picked up from me.

"What's wrong?" I asked after immediatley seeing the tears in his eyes.

"I just wanna be alone for a bit," he murmured.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"

Daniel knew who I meant. We just didn't say the guys actual name because even that was painful. Daniel knew who I meant though. I meant the bastard that had raped him when he was 6 years old.

Daniel nodded quietly.

"Do you really wanna be alone?"

"No.."

"Let me in then,"

Daniel opened the door wider so I could step through to his room. The walls were covered in bands such as BMTH, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, You Me At Six, Black Veil Brides. Those bands were a little old now, but I'd spent ages forcing him to listen to them.

I closed the door behind me and then sat next to Daniel as he dropped down on the bed. He burried his face in the pillow and I assuringly massaged my hand over his shoulder.

I was going to tell him that things were all going to be ok, but my eyes suddenly locked with something under his phone on his bedside table.

A razor.

"Daniel," I whispered; feeling my throat closing up.

"Yeah Dad?"

"You know you can tell me anything," I murmured. "You know that you never have to hide anything from me no matter how bad you think it is, right?"

"Yeah I know,"

"So why are you keeping something from me?"

"I'm not,"

"Now you're lying to me,"

"No I'm not!"

"Daniel, it's ok." I assured him. "I'm not going to pressure you into telling me. I just want you to know that the thing you're doing, it doesn't help."

"W-what?"

"Self harm? It doesn't help. You convince yourself that it does, but it's just an addiction that brainwashes you."

Daniel looked up, and his face gave away that he had been self harming. I didn't blame him. I would've done in his situation as well. But I refused to let this upset me. Of course I was devastated that he'd turned to the same conclusion I had. But just because he hadn't told me, didn't mean he didn't love me any less.

I hadn't told Chris about my self harming, but I loved him all the same.

"You don't get it Dad," he mumbled.

"I really do," I said quietly.

Letting go of Daniel's shoulder, I decided that this was where I finally told him that I knew exactly how he felt.

I reached over to my sleeve, and pushed them both all the way up to the top of my arms. Gesturing them out to Daniel, he gasped at the ammount of white and faded scars all over my skin.

"Dad!" He cried. "Why do you do that?!"

"I don't do it anymore kid," I assured him. "I haven't since I was 17. I just used to,"

"Why?!"

"Um well..."

"Dad tell me!"

I sighed deeply and then rolled my sleeves down, unsure of how to say this.

"My Dad...he um, he abused me when I was a kid. He used to beat me and so did my Mom. He raped me and his friends gave him money so they could rape me as well. But one day my Dad got really, really mad and he shot my Mom. He tried to kill me but the Police came and took me away from him. Chris adopted me a while later and I met your Mom. I started hurting myself, and it took my years to stop. I tried to kill myself twice but your Mom helped me though. But um, one day my Dad found me again and he tried to kill me...again. But things got better and he went to jail. But then he got out of jail, and I was scared at first but then I started to get closer to him. He told me he had cancer and he died a few months later. But I love him now and I know that he's watching over me, you and your Mom. So I do know how you feel Daniel. I really do. Don't try and shut me out. I used to do the same to Chris and it only made things worse. You've gotta know that talking to people really helps, alright?"

Daniel looked so shocked and to be honest, I didn't blame him. How could he not be? I'd just told him my whole, dramatic life story and there was a lot of bad stuff in that story.

"Dad I'm so sorry," he whispered.

Daniel leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around me, his tears falling down and hitting my shirt. I gently ran my hands up and down his back, not wanting him to feel upset over things which were over.

"Don't be sorry kid," I murmured. "It's not your fault. Everything's done now. It's all ok,"

"You didn't deserve anything he did to you,"

"I know that now," I said honestly. "And you didn't deserve anything that bastard did to you. Shit, don't tell your Mom I swore."

Daniel chuckled. "I wont. I really didn't deserve it?"

"Course you didn't," I promised. "You deserve all the good things."

"I don't deserve you. You're the best Dad in the world,"

I held Daniel as tight as I could.

"God, I love you so much."

( 1 Hour Later )

Kat walked through into the bedroom, obviously wondering why we hadn't come out for a while. She smiled at Daniel asleep on his bed and smiled at me knealing down next to him, my hand soothing through his hair.

"Asleep already?"

"I told him everything Kat,"

Kat knealed down next to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. "What? Why? I thought we were going to tell him together?"

"I know..but I had to tell him Kat," I said quietly. "He was self harming,"

"What?!" She demanded through a whisper.

"It's ok," I assured her. "He's not going to do it anymore. I'm gonna get rid of the razor and-"

"You're gonna check for cuts,"

"No," I shook my head. "He's self conscious. That was one of the things I hated Chris for. He knew I was self conscious and he still checked everywhere for cuts. We've just gotta trust him, alright? And you can talk to him. You're a good therapist..."

"Alright," she agreed. "You've not cut, have you?"

"Course not," I said honestly.

"Good," she smiled; leaning forwards to gently press her lips against mine. "I'm so proud of you, you know?"

"I know," I chuckled.

"And I'm so proud of Daniel. Just look at him. With his little lip ring like you,"

I smiled even more as I looked at Daniel, breathing lightly as he slept. I brushed the back of my hand over his cheeks like my Dad used to do with me, and then I came closer to him so I could gently kiss his forehead.

"I love him so much Kat,"

"I know you do," she said quietly. "So do I. He's amazing,"

"Can we go see Chris tomorrow? I miss him,"

She nodded. "Yeah sure. It'll be good for him to see Daniel. It's been a few weeks,"

"Great," I smiled. "Go make me a sandwich bitch,"

"You're still so sexist,"

"Go and make me a sandwich,"

"I already did,"

"Where is it?"

"I eated it,"

"What?!"

"But it's alright. I took a freakishly cute picture of me eating it,"

"Fuck you.."

Kat smiled as I pulled her even closer to me.

Words couldn't describe how much I loved her and Daniel. They were my family; my life; my everything. If anyone ever hurt them, well that wouldn't happen because I wouldn't allow it.

I loved Daniel so much and I loved Kat so much.

I couldn't believe how far we had come.

When I 1st met her, I'd slammed the door in my face and now she was the Mother of my child. Who would've known?

No one.

She'd been the innocent little girl and I'd been the abused delinquent boy.

Not the greatest mix, but we still fell in love.

And I used to hate my life; I used to hate all of the abuse that I'd gone through and wished that I'd had loving parents. Even though I got 2 in the end, Chris and John, I started to change my views about the abuse.

If that hadn't have happened, then I wouldn't have met Kat.

It was like she was my reward for surviving the years of violence.

And John was right.

We were meant to be together.

If not, why did the universe keep pulling me back to her?

It wasn't just a coincidence.

It wasn't just an accidental move.

It was fate.

Because our names were written together in the stars.

Hunter & Kat.

Together for fucking ever.

Our story was something which live on for the rest of eternity.

Our story was something inspirational; something beautiful; something special.

And now that I realized it..

It was one hell of a story.

And even though it hadn't all been good. Even though there'd been parts where we both felt like we couldn't cope, we carried on because we had one huge solution to our problems. A solution which we had passed down to our son, and showed him every day.

Love.

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