I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, running off blindly out of the only other door way in the room before anyone could offer to lead the way.
The open way lead to a long hall littered with multiple rooms on either side.
I choose the door furthest away, right at the end of the hall, it was coloured a dramatic dark gray, opening the door I realise that i must have been a guest bedroom, furnished with minimal modern furniture.
I continue deeper inside assuming that I would have a connecting bathroom that you more often than not in these big old houses, I stop when i see a lone picture frame reaching for it.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Startled I whipped around, I hadn't heard Hunter's voice that emotionally charged since the first time had met him.
"I was. . . I. Just. Looking for a bathroom," my cheeks lighting up due to my stuttering.
"Okay. So why are you in my room?" me asks me darkly, storm clouds growing in his eyes.
I don't answer, I move to run for the door but he's already anticipated my thoughts and has shifted to stand in front of the now closed door.
"I, i'm sorry, I didn't know." I try to reason.
I truly had no idea, the room it's self looks untouched of humane existence or personal belongings nothing like it's owner, his eye flash with barely contained fury, he steps away from the door and closer to me.
"I think you should go."
My eyes widen, I go to open my mouth to say something but he's already turned his back on me, I have a bad feeling that this was only the calm before the storm. His fisted hand shoots out forward towards a diamond shaped mirror hanging beside his bed.
Glass erupts in splintered shimmering pieces raining over every surface of the enclosed room, i feel tiny pinpricks on both of my exposed hands as i raise them to protect my face.
"JUST GO!" He roars.
I flee breathlessly from the room, hearing a loud crash from behind the slammed shut door.
My tears not are not easily shed are streaming down my face I walk back towards the direction I had originally come from, I had time to actually look around this time, not that i nessicarly wanted to, but it was a search party in it's self looking for where my wallet, keys and phone ended up.
The 'entertainment' room was a large open space, probably the size of my whole apartment, one end contained a fully stocked and furnished bar, while the other had a state of the art stereo and surround sound system.
In front of that was a square black training mat, fitted with multiple punching bags all of different sizes and weighs, the finishing touch was a balcony located between the two ends, that had a beautiful view of Hunter's backyard, centred with an Olympic sized swimming pool.
The sun's setting rays were gently caressing its surface, the effect was breathtaking, with a sparkling crystal like gleam.
Seated on a Parisian lounge chair set was Callie and Andy, blissfully unaware of what had happened.
Between the pair on a little table sat my wallet, keys and phone.
I took a deep breath, lifting my hands to wipe away the tears, but stopped short when i noticed the little speckles of dried blood from the flying glass, so instead I rotate my hands over using the pads of my fingers to instead absorb the moisture.
After a few more calming breaths, I deemed myself put together enough to face Callie without her being to suspicious of my complexion.
Opening the door I say, "hey guys, I'm not feeling great, I think I'm just going to call it a night and head home." I'm reaching down to grab my things, trying not to make making eye contact, "I'll see you tomorrow." I walk out before they could utter a word of protest.
Hunter was waiting for me at the front door with an apologetic expression on his face.
"I'm-"
I cut him off, "no." I say, "I have to go." With that I walk past him and out the door.