DIEGO'S POV.

I open my eyes feeling exhausted. I did not get any sleep last night, even when I tried.

Hunter left to his room a few minutes after what happened yesterday. The two of us talked about some of our childhood memories, we laughed and shed some tears when we remembered some stupid but good memories.

I feel a wave of relief when I remember Hunter's laugh, it made and still makes me happy knowing that he has and will have good thoughts about me.

I stand up from the bed feeling better than I did yesterday. I feel lighter as I walk towards my bathroom. I need a shower and so that is where I decide to go.

I strip out of my clothes entering the beautiful glass shower. My hand moves to turn the cold water on as my other hand moves towards the shampoo.

I wash my hair, sighing out in frustration as my mind goes back to the memories, the good old memories.

I miss my childhood. My childhood might have not been the best, but atleast it was filled with happiness, laughter and most importantly ignorance.

A child is always happy because he or she has ignorance. The people that birthed and raised me beat me when needed, but my crazy and innocent self always forgave them.

It's crazy how pure a child's mind is. A child gets upset for a few minutes and then decides to get distracted a while later.

My heart is filled with envy for my old self. I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could be as happy as before.

I want to end it all. I want to be happy again. But it is just so damn difficult.

I keep thinking of Hunter every single time I think of ending it all. Hunter is the only one that fights for me, he is the only one that has been there for me and I know that it would hurt him if I left him.

He would blame himself because he would feel like he failed.

Hunter always stood up for me, even when my father wanted to kill me. I remember when I was almost killed, I was whipped with a thick stick.

I remember when I laid down in my own blood as my father spit on me. I would have been dead if Hunter did not push the man away.

It is funny how a man of the church could do such a thing. Preaching about love and forgiveness when all he had in his heart was bitterness and hatred.

He always made sure that he reminded me about how much he worked for the church. He reminded me about the mighty one, but he forgot to teach himself somethings as well.

It's crazy seeing people acting righteous when it is all pretence. I laugh whenever I remember how much he preached about being good when he was the exact opposite, same goes for my mother.

My mother would make sure I ate but she would make sure I ate her husband's leftovers, from three days before.

The woman was called the woman of the church. She made sure it was clean and everyone was comfortable, she made sure everything was perfect.

And she also made sure I got a whooping everyday after church and school because I did not behave.

If I missed school for being sick then I will be beaten the very mintue I feel better.

If I missed church then I will be whooped with a charging cable, and that was only when I was lucky.

Those memories taught me something, though.

Some people love being worshipped for being the holy ones when their hearts are as hard as a reptiles scales.

I scoff in disgust as I remember how they preached infront of the church. Everyone cheering on like they knew the two people.

The couple physically and emotionally bullied me, but they were still treated like gods. They were like idols for every church member.

It is crazy how religion works.

People have a connection with religion and never with the mighty one. People usually brag about how spiritually they are, judging other people's ways and trying to do the right thing.

But they just want the people to see the act they put up. They are as bitter as poison, if not more.

I turn off the water stepping out of the shower, walking towards the bathing sink.

I look in the mirror, looking at my reflection. I do not look at the mirror for long though, I know that I will hate myself more when I look at myself for too long.

I will see all my flaws and think badly about myself. The small voice in my head will make sure it downgrades me till I give up on myself.

I promised Hunter that I will work on myself, and I know that it is too soon to break my promise.

I brush my teeth as I walk into my walk-in closet that is connected to the bathroom.

I look at my suits that are lined up, not one wrinkle on them. Every single one of them is neatly hung up and I can see some new ones as well, proof that Hunter bought more.

I decide to look away from them, I can not touch them for now because my work is still on standstill. Hunter is handling everything while I am on house arrest, just like he did when I was locked away.

I am just glad that he included me on every single decision he made.

I decide to walk towards my casual clothes, grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.

I wear my clothes, tying my hair in a man-bun. I cut it on the sides but it is still long. One of things I love about myself is the hair and that is because it looks good and it also looks wet.

I walk out of my closet heading towards the other door that leads to the bedroom.

I stare at Hunter who is sitting on the bed with a tired look on his face, his eyes locked on the only picture in the room. The picture is perfectly set on the side table.

The picture is of Hunter and I when we were around the age of eighteen, a few months after we both joined the gang.

"Rough morning?" I ask as I walk towards the bookshelf. "You look exhausted, which is not like you," I say as I grab a sci-fi book.

I hear a sigh behind me as I catch a glimpse of the officers outside my house.

I roll my eyes knowing that they are wasting their time. I have nowhere to go and that is just because I do not like seeing too many people.

"Yes." Hunter admits as I sit on the chair that is next to the window.

"So you want to share what's going on? Or should I just wait?" I ask as I wear my reading glasses. I feel warmth in my heart as I glance outside the window, happy to see that my flower and trees are all up and taken care of.

"I just have to share it with you," Hunter says as he lays on the bed. "I decided to call Ms Rowland today, we need to work on your case before the month ends." He murmurs as he closes his eyes.

"I thought you said that she needs to come back after three weeks? What changed?" I ask as I remove my eyes from my book, my heartbeat picking up as the little vixen's face comes to mind.

"Nothing changed. I just want you to be free as soon as possible. I am tired of going to meetings, meetings are for you and not me." Hunter mutters the last part slowly, which only tells me that he is about to fall asleep.

I am proven right when I hear his snores a minute later. I want to wake him up so bad, I want to ask some questions. But I decide to let him be, he does look tired

My mind seems to replay his words though, which makes me sigh. It seems like I am getting to see Ms Rowland soon.

I wish I can kill Hunter.