Excerpt from The Hunt 1

To pique your interest I'm now giving you an excerpt from the first book of The Hunt series.
I hope you'll enjoy it ;)

When I got in the car the look of him just fueled my anger, and I welcomed it.
 “You ready?”
 “You’re a fucking jackass!” I yelled and pushed him. Though I barely moved him, but it helped, it let out some of my frustration.
 He looked perplexed by my sudden outburst, “What did I do?” He sounded truly confused, not even the anger was to trace in his voice, because I had caught him off guard like that.
 “This!” I pointed at my cheekbone and uttered a frustrated sound before I crossed my arms, in enmity this time, and not because I was trying to make myself smaller, and looked out the window and ignored him.
 Did it really take this much, get this bad, for me to finally get enough courage to stand my ground against him?
 Apparently.
 Shut up!
 The anger made it easier. Easier to yell at him, easier to say stop to him. Easier to cope with… This was my way to overcome this. Fine, he left marks on me. My lip was okay, but other than that I would really like for him to leave my face free from it. I couldn’t go around constantly looking like someone who had been in a bar fight.
 He put his hand on my thigh, like he could appease me.
 “Leave me alone,” I said curtly, and pushed his hand away.
 “I’m sorry.” His tone of voice soften me a bit, but not enough. He really did sound apologizing with an ounce of guilt.
 “Shut up and drive!” I sneered, I was afraid I would say something I would regret if I didn’t get time to cool off and think about it, process it. The bruise on my cheekbone had somehow crossed a big fat line for me. It became the symbol of the lid to the container I was going to eject this whole ‘experience’ into. I refused to think of the other things evolving this, keeping it to the bruise was an easier fact to handle.
 He turned the key in the ignition and started to drive.
 I looked out the window the whole time.

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