If I Stay { Hayes Grier }

Charter 17

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Hayes POV
4 months.
I slipped my sweaty sheets off my body, my room was dark and gloomy. I could hear her shouting my name for help, my therapist said I have PTSD and insomnia , not that I doubt her but I think I'm just going crazy. They all remind me it wasn't my fault, there was nothing I could do. I normally would give them a tight smile, agreeing, but I know there was so much I could do. Last week they annoced her dead, 3 months ago they annoced her missing.
Shea was dead,Because of me.
It was all a blur that night, I walked in just as she dropped, I then raced her down and ran downstairs for the phone.
When I got back up she was gone, but as I told the police, an unconscious person can not just get up and jump out a window.
She was obviously kidnapped, but everyone just says she ran and does not want to be found. But when they found a body of a girl washed up on the shore a week ago, her face and body so badly beaten that they couldn't tell who it was,they put two and two together and guessed it was her. I was put up for questioning, then her mother, but before long they decided it wasn't a worthy case and called it a runaway.
I had no evidence to say different and Nash told me to let it go, so I was left with endless possibilities of what could have happened.
I went through her stuff the other day, mostly diary's and journals, I found nothing. There was a piece of ripped paper, didn't look like much, all that was on it was a number and a code for something.
I traced my thumb over it lightly, the writing was definitely not Shea's, it was sloppy and written carelessly. I stumbled over to my dresser, blindingly opening the top drawer and reaching for my phone. The bright light made me jump, it was 3:45 in the morning, so much for a sleeping. I pondered for a minute, who knows who would answer the phone, what If it was just the pizza delivery guy? Or if it was the kidnapper?
I walked back over to my bed, my feet paddling on the cold wood floor. I read the number again and again in the illuminating light the phone gave off, memorizing the number in my head.
Slowly I typed it in, my hands shaking, the green call button taunting me. I pressed call and carefully placed the phone to my ear, as if it was a bomb. It rung and rung, and I was tempted to hang up but then I heard a click, someone had picked up.
"Hello?" My voice shook violently.
There was a pregnant silence.
"I'm going to hang up if no one answers." I gained more confidence.
"Hayes, is that really you?" I almost dropped the phone.
"You're alive?"
"Oh how I miss you Hayes."
"The feeling is mutual." Tears threatened my eyes. "How could you do this to me?"
There was only silence.
"I love you."
Then the line went dead, and I managed a whisper.
"I love you too Shea."