Hayes' POV;
"I'm home now. Come over?"
It was a text from Ann, she was finally back. Its been 5 long days, some days without talking. I walked to her house and knocked on the door, she quickly answered.
"Hey" she smiled wide. It wasn't fake, she actually looked happy.
"Hi" I said back, stepping inside. "How are you?" I had to ask.
"Better. Just glad to be home, and you?" She asked as we went to her room.
"Great, perfectly fine" I said.
"Sounds good. Do you want to go upstairs?" she said. "I saw some of my friends-my old friends" she corrected herself.
"Sure and you can say friends. You don't have to put "old" in front of it, they're still your friends" I chuckled a little at her. "It feels weird, I don't know. Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't answer your calls or text. I didn't really wanna talk to anyone, I just wanted to be alone and I was also busy" she said.
"It's fine, I would probably do the same if I were you right now" I half smiled at her.
"So anything new while I was gone?"
"No, not really. I just did the usual, but I'm going to the track later. Do you want to come. My friend Stephen has his girlfriend Hannah come all the time, maybe you could finally have someone to hang out with that's not a guy" I offered.
"I'll think about it" she laid her head against the wall.
"Okay. I have a question to ask; and be completely honest" I started.
"Okay" she gave me a "the heck is he going to say?" look.
"When I came here the day I found out about your dad, your room was ruined-not ruined but you had everything thrown everywhere-but do you do that all the time when you're mad?" I asked kind of nervous for her reaponce.
"It's not that I was just mad, I was upset and angry. I didn't want to be the only thing broken, so I tried to break other stuff. But to answer your question; yes. I did it when they told me about the divorce and I did it when I was 10 and my dad did something to my mom because he was drunk. That was the worst so far" she openly answered.
"Did he hit her?" She looked me in the eyes and nodded, her eyes were sad.
"It was only one time, then they just had arguments, about a bunch of different things. More like stupid things"
"Like what?" I asked her.
"Mostly stuff over boys; I mean I understand there's that stereotype where the father is supposed to be overprotective of boys with the daughter; my dad was too overprotective. You know how I told you I was friends with mostly guys, well that's what most of the arguments were about. He told me that I shouldn't hang out with guys; but yet he raised me like that. My mom always told me to be nice and friendly to everyone. Which I was, every girl at my school were bitches to the guys except for me so I was their friends. They didn't see me as anything but "one of the guys"." She said walking around.
"Oh wow. That's weird, is it all because of the drinking? So he was confused?" I asked her.
"I don't know if you say he was "confused" maybe he didn't realize it, and I'm not too sure if it was the drinking, he just did stupid stuff when he was drunk" she shrugged. "But there's something I didn't get to tell you because of everything that happened"
"Well what is it?" I asked.
"I told you I got into an argument with him; but I didn't tell you what he said. He asked me if I changed because of you, if I'm doing all these things because of you" she said.
"Have you changed? What things?" I asked.
"Well I don't know, am I different person than when you met me? And I guess I was acting like my mom, walking out on him."
"No you haven't changed, and I'm sorry for everything that's been happening with you. I would never want to be in your shoes, especially since I probably won't be able to fit them" I caused her to laugh a little.
"Thanks" she smiled, "oh I'm having a dance competition next weekend; do you want to come and watch?"
"Sounds like plan" I said.
