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After a long day of being picture-perfect for his uncle, he was pretty tired. His day wasn’t even over yet. He still had dinner with his uncle and his vice president, Lilith Clawthorne.
Lilith was pretty nice. She’d been more like an aunt to him than anything. His uncle was less of an uncle, more an abuser. He remembered when he was little, whenever his uncle lashed out at him and gave him a huge scar on his left cheek, Lilith was the one to take him to his room.
So, he liked Lilith a bit more than he liked his uncle.
Anyways, they started with dinner. His uncle was at the head, like usual, and Lilith sat across from him. The meal wasn’t one of his favorites, but oh well.
As Lilith and his uncle talked about business, his uncle suddenly spoke to HIM.
“So, Hunter, what did you do today.” He asked, obviously not caring but wanting to somewhat seem like he was paying attention.
“Oh. Uhm. I uh-“ He started, his uncle cut him off.
“Come on now. Wittebanes don’t stutter. What if you were asked in an interview, hm?” He said. Hunter cleared his throat and spoke with a surprising amount of confidence.
“Well, Uncle, today I did some research.” He said.
“On?” His uncle asked.
“Revolutions.” He said hesitantly. He noticed his uncles fist clench.
“And where did you find the information on that?” His uncle asked.
“The uhm.. the library.” He said. He didn’t; but he didn’t want his computer to be taken away. That was the only way he’d be able to contact Willow.
“Okay, then. I’ll find those and.. do something about them.” He said.
Lilith gave him a sympathetic look. She knew he liked studying about topics his uncle just so happened to not like.
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When he finally got back in his room, he locked his door behind him and looked around before reaching under his bed, and grabbing his computer. His face lit up when he saw he had a few messages from Willow. He sent one.
‘Hi. Sorry, I was at dinner.’ He sent. He saw the three dots, then the text went through.
‘No need to worry, bug <3 How was your day?’ He grinned at the petname. He always liked her little petnames, especially that one.
‘It was okay. The usual. My uncle being the same old same old. You know how he is.’ He said.
‘Awh, I know. I hope you feel better I love you <3’ and with that, his face burned a bright red. Sure, they’d said I love you’s before, but he still got flustered.
‘I love you too, bug. I already feel better talking to you.’ He text. She hearted his message. His uncle knocked on his door. He quickly shut his computer and hid it under his bed. The doorknob jiggled.
“Hunter? Why is your door locked?” His uncle asked, upset. Hunter scrambled to get off the bed. He opened his door.
“Sorry, uncle. I didn’t mean to lock it.” He said. His uncle huffed.
“It’s lights out. Why’re you still awake.” Hunter then checked the time, and it was ALREADY 9:30. Crap.
“Oh, sorry, Uncle. I’ll go to bed right now.” He said. His uncle nodded and left down the hall. Hunter sighed and changed into his night clothes. He sent Willow a little ‘Good night <3’ before turning off his lamp and trying to go to bed.
He didn’t go to bed. He read all night.