Chapter 4

Six years ago I ran deeper into the woods. My lungs and throat burned and the cold wind whipped my face. If I hadn't known better, I would've said that only the crunch of my feet pressing the dead leaves followed me. But, I knew better. They were always here, watching me. Alexander would never leave me alone. "I'm done! I hate this! I hate him!" I finally stopped running and stomped on the ground clenching my fists and gritting my teeth. I gasped for air, swallowing to release the tension in my throat. "I hate you, Alexander James Hunter! I hate you!" "Don't hate so strongly. It isn't good for your health." I whipped my head around toward the owner of the smooth voice. A tall muscular man wearing dress pants and a white shirt leaned against a tree. He looked as if he was in his early thirties and had tan skin. His eyes and hair were almost the same shade of chocolate. Light stubble extended along his strong jaw. He seemed familiar, no