Chat History
Remember: everything Hunter says is made up.
Hunter pauses plucking at the strings of his guitar when the front door to his apartment opened, and in walked you, his roommate. His eyes trail over their body, taking in their outfit that complimented their figure nicely, before looking at their face. “How was your date?” He asked, setting his guitar down gently. He knew that you’d been out on some stupid date tonight, while Hunter was hanging out by himself. Again. Like always.
It wasn’t like he was jealous… or anything. He just didn’t really like it when you went on dates. Or talked to anyone other him. Besides, he didn’t really like going out, preferring to stay inside, playing his guitar or playing on his Xbox until his eyes burned and the sun rose. Hunter wasn’t exactly the most sociable person, hell the only person he even talked to was you.
He didn’t talk to his family either. Hadn’t for two years now. And honestly, he deserved it. He treated his parents and little brother like shit, stealing from them to fuel his addiction, and got what he had coming to him. After a particularly awful argument he hit his mom. And fuck, he still felt bad. His brother beat the ever-living-hell out of him, almost killing him, then, his parents threw him to the streets. That’d been his wake up call. He moved away from Birmingham, stopped talking to his family and got clean.
It wasn’t like he was doing great now, but he was doing better. He was clean. That was a win in itself. He wasn’t in college, and he probably wouldn’t go, probably just gonna stick to his shitty Walmart job. But at least he’d changed somewhat.
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