Finding Hunter: Prologue

Six months ago, in late January, the night unnerving and eerie left no room for prosperity. A couple was bickering to no return.

In celebration of their anniversary, Hunter Wilson and Rosemary Lautner went out to dine. Candles lit and reserved for them alone. Hunter couldn't feel any happiness being in the moment.

That's rare since he fell in love with this woman's talents in bed. There was not a thing he could fuss about even if he wanted to. Hunter's family alone is bloodshed.

The twenty-five-year-old like him looked even younger than that. Rosemary was a year older than him. Hunter chooses to believe he was born by himself. We all know that isn't true. The mother died of Leukemia before he could say goodbye.

Hunter knew pain couldn't decipher what he felt. The numbing in his heart kept it from stopping a beat. His father had passed away a few years back when Hunter got his first job with a model agency. He fought for his title as a model.

It was not easy when you have a popular family. Every person in the neighborhood knew his father. A seller of wine to every woman's husband.

Though depression reeked around him. There was not a thing he could do to replace the feeling. Wanting to be in a hole of despair matched his expression every day since the death.

When he had the offer about Rose, there was no way he could refuse the payment for the act. Rosemary had her attention on other things.

Even the sensual dinner was gone down the drain. To be exact, Rosemary had her eyes on the male waiter. His defined looks and the bulge she can see from his slacks caught her attention. Something else she took notice of is his golden-brown hair and pack of cigarettes in his apron pocket.

There was no shame in looking for Rosemary to admit she barely enjoyed hookups with Hunter. He, having no time to himself at all, when he did, it went into Rosemary or responding to fashion companies.

A world-known Billionaire is not easy at all for him. Hunter clothed or shirtless with twenty other people to snap photos and gawk at him doesn't sound pleasant.

You may wonder why he chose to be with her for three years if he doesn't appear satisfied. He had to keep it a secret. They cannot risk the public finding out about what they did. Talk shows nudged into Hunter's personal life.

There wasn't any way not to get used to nosey people. A fake smile and the forced laughter made them happy until they wanted more. The car ride did not go silent or unheard. Rosemary rolled her eyes at someone who got proposed on her media.

"I did not flirt with that waiter. Why do you care if you know how this goes. Did you fall for me, Wilson?" She taunted as she folded her arms with a purse clutched to the side. The seatbelt strapped around Rosemary extended when Hunter didn't answer.

Hunter knew in the back of his head that it did make him jealous to see her gaze at the waiter. She moved to wave her hand in his face. He was far too provoked by her statements to respond. Hunter never liked people to drive him around. He's capable of doing it himself.

An independent person few would say although, he's lazy. The first person to be late for his photoshoot will always be Hunter.

He doesn't believe in time management or an alarm. Whenever he's at work, there is either mad or neutral Hunter. Constant outfit changes and styling of the hair exhausted him.

But, that didn't mean he could let his guard down for one second. He has everything he could ever want. Hunter finished school early. He followed his mother's advice. Then he took a turn just to be a model for the camera. Everything to please someone else. He wants to throw it away, oh so badly. This lifestyle took so much from him. Little did he know, it was going to do more than just that.

"Calm your tone, Rose. You know I can't do that. You and I know that wouldn't work with the agreement," Hunter held the wheel as he turned onto a highway to drop Rosemary off.

Rosemary scoffed and pulled back from being so close to him. She had a small amount of hope that he would object. Rosemary is born for wealth and lavishness. Declining her is an automatic red flag. Nothing on her body could tell otherwise.

"Well, the press is getting suspicious of us. I think it's time you proposed to me," Rosemary fixed her hair to the side. Her eyes traveled to peer at Hunter.

There was no physical interaction that happened at all between the two since the car ride started. He had gotten her red roses as a gift.

The timing was not right, he left them in the backseat. Hunter was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't hear a thing she spoke. His eyes were far from being there but on their escape.

The car slowed at the oncoming traffic. There were trucks ahead. Their lights flashed amongst the darkness. "Why are you suddenly saying this? Rose, I know you see me driving." Hunter's hands tensed that caused his back to straighten. He didn't joke around when it came to the complicated words of marriage and love. Those were things to be taken literally.

"It's because I want the press to think this is serious. Three years and the fans are suspicious. Everyone is either getting big rings on their finger or traveling," Rosemary insisted.

Hunter ran his hands through his brownish-red hair. His parents, having one brown-haired and the other almost cherry-colored made him, Mixed. A dark brown color tattered his pupils. He has the appearance of a foreigner. He had on a black plaid yellow coat with a fitted black shirt and dress pants.

A grunted sigh was left out of his lips. Rosemary jerked out of her seat. "Can you listen for once!?" she shouted as the seat belt restrained her from leaning any closer to Hunter.

He stayed in the same spot, paying no mind to her tantrums. Rosemary grabbed hold of the wheel with her nails digging into his. Which made Hunter's eyes widened.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he questioningly sent her a worried glare. His hand slowly slipped from keeping the wheel rotating too fast.

"I wanted there to be us, Hunter! Not some foolish agreement. I want to live like those girls who are happily married!" Rosemary had broken into hysterics over simple words.

After a whole three years of fake affection and publicity stunts, Rose has had enough. It was deeper for her than that.

The spoiled girl stopped pretending for this one moment between her and Hunter. She didn't care if her love for Hunter wasn't real. The idea of being committed to someone compelled her.

Rosemary had pushed the seatbelt to its extent. The headlights above the highway are the only light provided. Her face makeup was stained when the small ounce of light was on her.

Hunter tried his best to push Rose away and get her to move. She refused. They both fought to the end. Things moved too quickly for the couple to notice. Hunter had his eyes opened like saucers while Rose had a defeated look to her.

Before anything could happen, she gave Hunter a final smile. It took one second for Rosemary to scream as an oncoming truck collided with the car. The powerful force propelled both of them forward as the car smashed head straight into the honking truck.

A blaring noise only remained as the two were lifeless. No heartbeat. No life. Paramedics arrived on the scene immediately after hearing it is billionaire Hunter Wilson in a car accident. Two people were in the truck that collided. Their headlights blared in the snow. A man from the truck had survived with injuries to the head.

The other man in the passenger seat was never found. He called for help with the people that crashed into him on the highway. News teams lined up near the area of the collision as the paramedics did their best to pry open the car that had the broken windshield open and both bodies going through.

No family members showed up except Rosemary's grandmother. She wailed and wept on camera with pure tears of uncertainty for her grandchild.

"How do you feel tonight, Ms. Lautner?" The news reporter asked as they shoved a microphone near her face.

The snow fell around them standing in the freezing weather. Ms. Lautner wore a black coat and black boots with a scarf tied to her neck.

"This is just a tragic night. Rose told me some days ago that she wished to live a good life with no pretenses and now look at her." The lady wiped her tears with tissues from the news reporter.

"John and Allen, back to you." The others carried on as the ambulance drove away.

They sped to the hospital with two separate bodies. Unfortunately, Rosemary's grandmother had to wait until they arrived there for her to see Rose. One in fatal condition and the other barely surviving.

The doctors and medics rushed to put both Rose and Hunter into emergency surgery. Two stretchers wheeled them back after the surgery. One of them being covered with a sheet while the other had IV drips hooked up.

Bandages covered all over and wrapped up to the head as well. Rose's grandmother made it to Justine Hospital. Where she ran to the desk and demanded to see her.

"I am so sorry to tell you this but, Rosemary Lautner passed away in the middle of surgery. We tried the best we could. Her body fought until it couldn't."

The nurses and doctors hadn't heard someone cry quite like Rose's grandmother. The only family member that appeared for Rose. A wave of feeling faint kicked in. The lady trembled as she sobbed into a nurse's arms.

The person behind the counter helped the lady to stand as she mourned until, like Rose, she couldn't anymore. The next day was led upon death and remembrance of her. Hunter had awoken three days after the car incident.

He had no memory of the dispute. He had worn a dazed expression the whole day as nurses came in with bedpans and new IV drips. People outside were crowded like a festival. Yet, this was no festival but an ambush of fans and crazy reporters.

The sliding glass door contained them from reaching inside and bombarding him."What happened to me. Why am I here?" His hoarse voice asked the nurse that replaced the bandages on his head. She was told not to say anything that happened. He was to find out on his own.

It didn't sit well that he shouldn't know what happened to his spouse. "You were in an accident five days ago. You hadn't woken up until today," she recalled back to him.

Hunter scrunched up his confusion. There wasn't an accident unless he would have remembered. Had he gotten hurt that badly? He continued to force question after question on the poor girl.

She was starting to lose her mind trying to answer them all at once. "I cannot tell you all of what happened."

All I can say is that, sadly, she didn't make it," her voice stammered to finish the sentence. He cocked his eyebrow about who she inferred.

"I want answers!" Hunter didn't mean to shout at the girl. The nurse stepped back from him. He wasn't one to act without reason.

In this situation, he knew nothing. It worried him more. The last time that happened, he found out about the passing of his mother. Hunter wanted to get out of the clogged space of a hospital room and back to what he always did. Pretending.

The heart monitor beeped quicker than before with his anger arising. "Your girlfriend didn't make it. Rosemary passed away." The lady came out with the truth. Which hit Hunter like a stone-cold wall.

On top of that, the memory of the night came to him in a rush of flashes. The crashing and the fight. Lead up to her death. It was his fault. If Hunter had just agreed with the proposal, then it wouldn't have driven her to an unfortunate death. Hunter was stunned with his mouth shut closed for the remainder of the time.

The nurse wondered if she just fucked up her job here. Anyone who visited his hospital room when he was still in a deep recovery was not allowed to tell him the full story. It would falter his image.

They didn't need Hunter to reveal his issues to the public knowing that Hunter would never be the same. The girl already spilled all of the news. Nothing could clean it up. The rest of his last days in the hospital was tragic and painful. All he could do is remanence on Rose.

He was a cold-blooded murderer. Stitches rounded to his forehead that he pushed his straight hair to cover. Hunter was prone to headaches after the incident. His assistant Juliet scheduled his interviews and the next meetings. Her voice is as small as a mouse. She never spoke back.

Juliet hadn't cared about his problems because she didn't know he had any. They just knew that he was recklessly driven and the car crashed. He was facing himself in a dark mirror of dejection.

To anyone else, it is just any other week. Another night he couldn't sleep and he roamed around his master bedroom.

Tracing every step and move he made that disgusted him. The young man has gone delusional. It was like he was haunted by his own actions. Hunter couldn't think of ever getting back up on his feet. Didn't seem possible when he couldn't find help.

There was one solution and Juliet recommended it to him. A temporary solution. Over-the-counter antidepressants.

"Take one each day and you will be able to get some sleep to remove those eye bags." She handed Hunter the pill bottle and patted his back.

"I don't need this shit," Hunter threw it back on the couch. He fixed his shirt collar and walked out.

The photographers stood kneeling as they took photos. Hunter walked down the area to the three females standing. Their hands were manicured to perfection. Hair styled flawlessly. They batted their lashes to Hunter. He paid no mind to them when his foot nearly missed a step.

The carpet was bumped up and he was lacking melatonin to function. The people eyed his movement with judgment. He gave them what they wanted in the end. A floral setting with him laying between the girls with their hands around him.

Life itself was starting to weigh Hunter down. The same questions and the same answers he would carry elsewhere. The bright lights flashed and people patted his face and added oil over him to enhance his features.

The forced working out to have himself presentable never made him happy. So many people wished to fuck or be Hunter Wilson. If you looked then you would see. He lives in a big condo in Manhattan all to himself. Few rented near him.

The town is close by as well. The size of the place was able to fit more than seven families. A new clinic opened in town but he didn't have a reason to go there. A veterinarian clinic. Hunter hated the thought of pets. They were worse to take care of. An unnecessary liability.

The pills added to his worries and he couldn't get it out of his head. Hunter wanted anything at this point to suffice the thought of that night. Her screams. He pounded his fist into the wall and it dented eventually as some pieces of it fell. "Fuck!" Hunter roared.

The sound of his voice made his teeth grind against each other. He walked hastily to his jacket pocket. He said he wouldn't do it but he still did. The pill bottle falling into his calloused hands. One could just erase everything he felt for a little while. That little while could bring him that temporary peace.

In seconds, the bottle was open and he was holding one pill in the palm of his hand. Before he could stop himself the pill was already in his mouth. Hunter used the saliva in his mouth rather than getting a bottle of water. There was barely any food in the fridge. He would usually go out to eat every day.

Nothing took effect straight away but he felt different. A sudden light feeling of walking on clouds. He made his way to sit on the couch. The drowsiness of sleep crept on him.

Hunter hadn't read the bottle's description. He basked in the high thrill he was on now than the depressing one. It took some more minutes before Hunter was out. His eyes shut and his body sprawled out.

Of course, he wasn't dead, hopefully. That cold night he dreamt of being with Rosemary again. A better version of them in the same car as before. He wanted to be free of her. Free of knowing what happened and the past.

A new fresh start with someone new and different. That's all he asked for. When he awoke, a shooting pain came to his head.

He groaned and got up to shower. Hunter had an interest in the pills realizing it wasn't so bad compared to alcohol. Alcohol made the breath smell and rotted your insides faster. He revolted with a passion. Hunter's father was into drinking and the taste of it. Nights he would stay at home in a wine cellar creating different drinks.

Hunter took a brisk shower and then got out to check his phone. A lot of notifications popped up from different social media. Fans had claimed they knew him for a minute of fame. The day went the same as the rest only after work. It continued that way for six months. At that time, he still used the medication constantly.

Whenever he could get it from his assistant at least. That's the only thing that could heal him temporarily. Nobody asked and nobody questioned. They didn't know what he felt or regret. A dog slipped into Hunter's life somehow. He made a mini home for it in his place and fed it regularly.

The dog is named Biscuit for always being hungry. Which cost money out of Hunter's pocket and he didn't care. He had too much money. An adopted dog from a clinic owned by rich people. A Shepherd with a good speed of running. Managed his time and made his condo feel less lonely. Never healed his heart for good though.

The bills aren't expensive enough to cost him plenty. His clothes are sponsored or bought by him. Was there hope for his heart at all?