Attention.. (Hayes Grier Fan Fiction.)

Chapter Ten

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*3:21am*

'Da-Ding!' My phone slightly echoed through the room. I knew I fell asleep. It was as if Hayes and I didn't move. His arms was still wrapped around me. Slowly and carefully, I moved his arms away from me. I got Hayes off of me. He was still laying and sleeping as I was sitting up and checking who texted me. It was my mom.

Mom: As soon as you read this, come home. This is urgent. Something bad happened.
Me: Okay.

Urgent? Wonder what's wrong. Hope mom is okay.

Confused, I slowly and quietly stood up. I turned around, looking at innocent Hayes sleep.

"I'm sorry babe, I have to go. I promise I'll be back." I whispered, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

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Slowly, I opened the front door. There was one light on in my house.
"Mom?" I called out, slightly quiet. The person who walked around the corner made my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach.

Instead of my mom walking around the corner it was my dad, holding moms phone. The one I've been talking about before. The one who has destroyed and is continuing to destroy my childhood. He walked towards me, as I tried to go back towards the door. I put my hand on the door knob.
I started preparing my body to quickly open the door and bolt, and leave the area. But then I remembered I can't. I can't leave mom with this devil. I need to help her.

"Thought I was gone forever, didn't you?" He whispered back and put his hand on my face. I swatted his hand away.
"Where's mom?" I asked sternly yet quietly. This conversation was quite quiet.
"That's not important." He moved his body closer to mine.

He's definitely drunk. He only acts like this when he's drunk. Only I would know that. When he's sober? He's abusive. Drunk? Love psychopath. Right now? I think he's a bit of both. A bit drunk and a bit sober. Oh no. I never experienced this combination before.

"Yes, it's important. Where's mom?" I asked again.
"You're fine-" I cut him off.
"What did you do with mom!" I yelled. In the background I heard a screaming mumble, that came from my moms bedroom upstairs. Instantly, I shot a worried glare at him. We both stared at each other intensely. Just as I started to run, he wrapped his arms around my body.
"No! Let me go!" I yelled, trying to get out of his grip. He was too strong for me. He threw me over his shoulder. Violently, I kicked my legs and repeatedly hit his back. When we got in my room he threw me on the floor and chained me up so I couldn't move. Then left the room and locked the door. When I was on his shoulder, kicking and punching to get free, my phone fell out of my pocket so I have no way to get help. It seemed as if he was planning this. My room was quickly turned from a beautiful teenage bedroom to an empty room that contained only one mattress. I bet he forced mom to do this. He couldn't have moved all that in under 6 hours. Where is all my stuff anyway?

After leaving me alone for around an hour, my thoughts were cut off when he unlocked my door and walked in the room. In his hands were a leather whip and some sort of liquid. The last time he abused me he cut me a few times with some sort of meat knife and poured alcohol all over the cuts. I burned so bad.
My body began to tingle all over.

He's probably going to do something like that again. I tried to prepare for the worst.

"Let me go!" I yelled, trying to get out of the chains as he walked closer. An evil smirk, spread across his drunk, evil, pathetic face.
Quickly and forcibly he took of Hayes's sweater, revealing his t shirt. He then whipped my fore arm, leaving a dark red mark with small amounts of blood. I screamed, still unable to move. He did that quite a few times. On my back, stomach, arms and legs. Basically, anywhere he could.
I got three deep gashes from the whip on my forearm. He got the liquid, I'm assuming the alcohol, and slowly poured it all over my weak bloody body. Head to toe. My poor long, healthy hair got drenched from the liquid. I screamed as loud as I could, expressing my pain. He completely ignored my call for help and for him to stop.

After he was finished with me, he left me to suffer and flung my door open and went to my mom. Every time I moved my body it felt as if I was getting stabbed all over. My body started shaking on the cold bloody mattress. I closed my eyes tight, slowly starting to feel my body get weak and my body is slowly and painfully giving up.

No. Not yet. Please. Be strong Sarah. There is still so much you need to experience. Please, not now. Not now.

Slowly, I felt my body slightly get energy and strength. A large sigh of relief, caused a faint smile to spread across my face.

"You did what? Why would you do that?" He yelled, causing my smile to instantly disappear. I wonder if she was trying to get help? "This is what you deserve!" He yelled again. A loud scream followed and filled my ears, he was probably doing the exact same thing he did to me. Then it got silent. Almost too silent.

When he came back in I started crying and panicking more than before.

He came in, holding a knife, covered in blood, as well as his arms. He did the unthinkable.

He just killed mom.

"Get away from me!" I screamed, struggling to get away.
"Your turn." He walked over and unchained me. When he finished, I got up and tried to escape. He grabbed me with his bloody hands and pinned me down on the floor.
"Let go of me, you drunk idiot!" I screamed, struggling to get away. He got the knife and put it under my eye and to my right cheek.
"Don't call me a drunk idiot!" He yelled back and cut just under my eye. I screamed as I felt the cut under my eye start to bleed. I need to do something. If I kill him, it's self defence. Right?

Before I got the chance to grab his knife, a loud gunshot filled my ears. He then fell on top of me. I quickly pushed him off of me as I got up, very weakly. No one was there. Wait. What!?

I grabbed Hayes's hoodie and ran downstairs. Hayes's shirt and sweats were covered with blood and alcohol. God, what I'm I going to tell him?
No one was in the house, they didn't even show their face to me. I found my phone, which was still on the ground and ran as fast as I could to Hayes's house. It was now around 1:38pm, from when I checked last. Which was when I just left my house.
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