Hunter led me to the door before leaving to change the shirt I puked on. I almost gloated in my victory when I saw him retreat.
Charlotte- 1, Hunter- 0
He must have noticed my glee because he gave me a stern warning.
“Behave Charlotte,” he warned, “Or I will not be responsible for my actions after.”
He disappeared up a flight of stairs and I stood behind a pair of oak doors. I can smell them from here; father’s cologne and Liana’s scent that reminds me of rotted flowers. I exhaled deeply and pushed open the doors.
I don’t know how I expected go feel on seeing them. My family had occupied a crevice at the back of my mind for so long that they almost seemed fictional. But seeing them and inhaling their scent, my steps almost faltered.
My father looked the same as always with his graying black hair, his dark eyes held so much anger towards me.