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Chapter 12 - He Doesn't Need That Many Alarm Clocks

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Chapter 12 - He Doesn't Need That Many Alarm Clocks

"I'm hungry." Hunter blurted out a few minutes after our laughter had died down from his terrible pick-up lines. The traffic light one had me giggling like a donkey on crack so much so that I nearly crashed into a truck.

I ignored him without sparing a glance.

"Did you hear me? I said I'm hungry."

I rolled my eyes, "Am I supposed to give a damn?"

"Unless you want me to die of starvation; yes." He answered.

I looked over to my right to see him examining his bruised knuckles. I was just about to avert my gaze to the road when my eyes caught a glimpse of the knife next to Hunter's seat; the seat which I was previously sitting in.

A fearful shudder ran down my spine as I stared at the blood which was smeared on it. This drew Hunter's attention and he looked up from his knuckles, giving me a worried look.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"Alyssa, unless you're a vampire you don't just shiver randomly out of nowhere, so tell me what's wrong?"

I didn't answer but looked back at the knife. Hunter caught on immediately and sighed.

"Are you still being a little wimp?"

I looked back at the road, disregarding his insult - he acts like I'm supposed to be so casual about it.

"I didn't kill anyone before you get some twisted idea that I'm a mass murderer or something." He jokingly assured me.

I relaxed slightly yet the thought of someone's blood being on that knife caused an uneasy knot to form in my stomach, so I asked the question that was lurking in my mind.

"Whose blood is that?" I asked anxiously.

Even without paying attention, I saw his body tense from the corner of my eye.

"I..." He trailed, not being able to find the right words to say. I anticipated his answer because it would determine whether I will jump out of this car and run like a madman or ease up and not be worried.

He stayed silent for a moment before a frustrated sigh left his lips, "Just believe me when I say that you're better off not knowing."

"I'll be daring and count your word on it." I replied, intending to drop the subject.

We continued without another word and it was only a few mere seconds that the silence lasted.

"There's a McDonalds on the next left turn can we please stop there for a quick meal. I feel like my stomach is going to turn against me and end up eating me." Hunter whined.

"That would be a miracle." I mumbled.

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"Are you going to tell me how you ended up looking like a truck ran over you or not?" I asked Hunter teasingly, stealing a fry from him.