The Night Hunter

CHAPTER 2

"Where have you been?" ask a woman in her 40s about a girl who has just set foot into the house.

"What a care Mom!" The girl screamed in annoyance. Though his mother often came home late at night, even two days did not go home.

"Mom asked that was answered, not denied!" The woman threw an empty bottle of water on the floor. "Is that true?" He looked disappointed at the child.

"What does Mom mean?"

The thick red lipstick woman folded her lips, her eyes began to water. "Are you related to men?"

"No! I-I didn't do that!" the answer is a little bit broken. I was ... I mean I almost did that.

"Don't lie, then why are you dressed like this, ha?!" Mother rubbed her face violently. He walked quickly to the child and hit him. "Don't you say, let me do this. I'm still strong for money." The woman cried, but still hit her son's arm many times.

"sickness. Enough, Mom, stop!" The sound of his screeching made the mother stop hitting him. The girl's breath was hunting with her chest down and up. "I told you, I didn't do anything disgusting like you did!" After spouting words that hurt Mom, the girl walked into her room by slamming the door hard enough.

The mother held her hands to her chest. In reality, however, words had just pierced his heart. It hurts more than anyone else said. Tears also rolled down the cheeks. He took the bottle of drink on the table, straightened it, empty, leaving only a drop soaking his red lips.

Inside the room the girl named Camila was lying on the bed, crying a mouthful. She's upset. Angry with Mom, angry with her, angry with the life she had been living. In fact, he himself did not know who his father was. Who would recognize himself as a child. How many people have slept with my mom?

Mom's just a paid woman. Satisfying a man's desire, that's the only job he can do, which is to sell his body.

"But I can't hate him .. hiks." The girl was aware of the mistake she had just made. It is not appropriate for him to curse the mother especially to hurt her heart. She has given birth and raised him to this day. People's insults have become daily food, but Mother still survives life.

Camila got up and wiped her wet cheeks. He got out of bed and met his mother.

"I'm sorry" he walked over to Mom who was sitting on the floor leaning her head against the wall.

Mom shakes. "No. It's Mom's fault, I'm sorry. A useless mother."

"No. Camila is wrong. Camila hurt Mom." The girl hugged her mother. They both cry at the same time.

...***...

"My eyes are still swollen." Camila looked at her face in the mirror, noticing her slightly swollen eyes from the crush earlier this morning. The black glasses in his hand were now reused.

He breathed out after coming out of the school toilet. "Maybe I'm going to find a job" he murmured given his recent spending spree. Money from Mother will not meet the needs of her college, especially now it is three semesters in business management.

"Cowok that ...." Camila raises her sunglasses. Walking no matter passing through a bunch of people. He moved quickly so that the man would not recognize him.

"Wait!"

Camila's steps stopped, she turned to face the man.

Camila watched the handsome face of the man clearly under the scorching sun. Her skin was pure white with her hair cut neatly. His body is also muscular with a wide chest area.

"You called me, what's wrong?" camila asked pretending not to know the man. Though in his memory still remembered clearly that the man shot the figure of the man who would accompany Camila that night.

In the mind of the girl had a hundred, even hundreds more questions that would be thrown at the man who was in front of her. But he chose to keep his mouth shut and thought it was all a dream because, afraid of dealing with the man.

"Liam, you know this brothel*r boy?" A girl suddenly came along and struggled in the man's arms. The girl was named Cley, a sexy girl, the son of a rich man, and included a popular girl on campus. "Let's go. I don't want to see you close to him. And I'm also lazy to see this woman."

Camila was infuriated, even though what she said was true about her mother, and was used to hearing this, but Camila was still upset to hear it. Especially call herself a woman ******.

"If there's nothing to talk about, I'm leaving." Before that Camila stared intently at the woman standing next to Liam from behind the sunglasses and said in her mind, You think I want to see your face that pretentious insignificance? I hope you disappear forever, jump off that tall building, then you'll never see me. Forever ever!

Camila left after leaving the two men and headed for the library. There were things he had to look for to answer some questions that could not be lost from his brain.

...***...

Camila tucked her long, unraveling black hair behind her ear. His hands were busy looking for books arranged on the top shelf, but still within reach.

"Huh, nothing." The girl complained while taking a long breath. He spent almost half an hour searching for a book about vampires. All he got was a vampire-themed fantasy book.

Camila scratched her non-itchy head. The other hand bit the thumb. Thinking while staring out the closed window ..His black eyes were fusill, he saw something falling past his sight. Scared that Camila was walking slowly towards the window, she opened it and turned her head outside.

"Yeah, Cley!!!" The sound of screaming from below made Camila who was on the third floor could hear it.

Camila was shocked with her mouth open. He shook his head and reflexively took a few steps back to the foot of the chair.

"No. This isn't right." Camila covered her mouth with her hands. His eyes look confused. Can't believe what he just saw. What the hell's going on? No, I wasn't expecting this.

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