I glance at the seat that was once occupied by Mr Martino, my jaw hang open.

I am overwhelmed with guilt. Why? I do not know.

The expression that he had on his face was one that will hunt me for the rest of my life. Mr Martino looked angry and scary, I thought he would hit me or strangle me.

But he did not, he decided to walk away, leaving me here to solve this case alone.

A sigh leaves my mouth, and it is full of disappoinment and exhaustion.

I grab my backpack and laptop as I stand up, I guess there is nothing to solve here.

I pack everything I came with in the backpack. I begin walking towards the door, becoming startled when I see Hunter standing on the opposite side.

I let out a scream of fright, my body shivering in fear when I see the look on Hunter's face. Hunter looks angry, he looks like he is ready to kill: and it seems like I am his prey.

"What did you do to him?" Hunter asks, his voice lacking the little warmth and calmness it once had.

Hunter's voice sounds angry as well, he sounds like he is in those angry murder series.

I want to hide under the bed when I think about this. This house is beautiful, but the people that live in it are like monsters.

It has not even been an hour since I stepped foot in here, and I already feel like going home to sleep.

Hunter continues to look at me with the same expression, his hand turning into a fist as his jawline becomes clenched.

"Answer me!" Hunter yells out, his voice becoming scary. I feel my legs weaken as his voice echos in the big office. Hunter must see my fear because he starts breathing in and out, muttering some words I can not seem to understand.

"What did you fucking do to him? Why did he have that expression on his face? Why did he look hurt? Didn't I tell you to not do anything to him?" Hunter asks, his voice having a bit of calmness. "Why did Diego seem upset? What is fucking going on?" Hunter's voice trails off for a bit, it's like he is no longer asking me but himself.

It takes time for me to answer, but I finally get the courage to answer back to him. I can see that Hunter wants to look out for Diego, and I can also see that he will not hurt me. Hopefully, he will not.

"I didn't do anything to him," I respond to his questions, my voice not as loud as before. But Hunter still hears me, because he turns to look at me, his eyes lacking an expression.

"If you didn't do anything to him, then what happened to him? Why did he leave the room so upset?" Hunter asks, his intense eyes looking into mine.

I swallow hard as his cold voice makes me shiver. I wish Bobby was the one in here, I would not have been this scared.

But Bobby is also scared of Hunter, you think he would have protected you?

My inner voice tauts, but I know that it is saying nothing but the truth. It seems like no one can help me now, I guess I have to pull up my big girl socks.

"I don't know why he ran off," I answer his previous question, my eyes looking into his. I have to remember that fear solves nothing, I will get burnt or hurt if I do not stand up for myself.

Hunter's eyebrows form a frown, his eyes have questions; all of them directed at me. It is like he is still asking me questions, and I can tell by the way his mouth moves that he is about to ask his why's once more.

"I just asked him what he did," I murmur, not wanting to hear his questions again. His voice is cold and scary at this moment, it feels like he will hit me if I let him continue talking. "I just asked him what caused his arrest," I repeat slowly, my eyes moving to stare at the beautiful hard wood floor.

Silence is what follows when I utter the words. I become curious when I do not hear Hunter's voice, I thought he would say something, anything.

I lift my head up, looking at Hunter's face. I am and was not prepared for what I find.

Hunter's eyes have tears in them. He looks so broken. He looks upset. He looks sad. He looks confused.

"Why did you do that?" Hunter asks, his words not sounding as powerful as before. He does not even sound like himself.

I become confused as Hunter's words settle in my head. I feel a headache when I think about this day, and the bad part is that I am still living in it.

"You should have asked me the questions," Hunter mumbles as he turns towards the door. "I have to see Diego." Hunter states as he runs out of the room, his legs carrying him towards the left side of the building.

I follow him out of the room, slowly and confusingly. I want to ask him what is happening, but I do not have the courage.

I stand a few steps away from Hunter as he yells out Diego's name, his fist pounding on the double doors.

But it becomes worrying when the door does not open. I feel a shiver of fear pass through my body as I realize that Diego locked himself inside the room.

I watch as Hunter paces around the place. Hunter looks lost, he looks like he is fighting in a war. Hunter looks like a person who is about to lose a loved one.

My feet carry me towards Hunter, but I stop when I see him grab a gun from his waist.

Goosebumps form on my body as Hunter fires gunshots at the door-nob.

I watch as Hunter opens the door, running inside the room.

My legs unconsciously carry me into the room when I hear Hunter's sad voice calling out to Diego.

My legs give out when I take in the image that is infront of me.

Hunter is sitting on the floor with Diego's head on his laps. Hunter's hand keeps tapping Diego's cheeks as tears drop from his eyes.

I step forward, moving towards the duo but stopping when I feel something under my feet. I become startled as I step back.

I look down at the floor, seeing an empty pill bottle with a picture. I bend down to grab the bottle and picture.

The bottle has words on it, medical words but I can tell that the pills are sleeping pills.

I look at the picture that is feeling heavy in my hands, my head pounding as I stare at the people on it.

I see a man that seems to be in his middle forties together with a woman that seems to be in her early forties and a child that seems to be twelve if not eleven. The picture seems to be old with burns on it, but I still see the picture clearly. I do not know why, but my eyes stay on the woman.

My eyes move to look at her modest clothing, which reminds me of the woman I met today. My eyes move to look at her face and with difficulty I manage to see the person's face and eyes.

The same familiar black eyes I saw earlier today meet my hazel eyes.