Chapter 15 | sadness

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Listen to this song while you read to add more effect to the sadness

Btw I do a really bad job keeping dates... It's October

Aria's p.o.v.

That night when I returned home, I had about 15 minutes until Hayes got home. He arrived later than expected because his boss had come to talk to him privately. I went up to my room to think. I lie in bed with my underwear and a T-shirt on. I just thinking about how my life has changed.

"Aria?" Hayes yells from downstairs. I sit up, being awoken from my thoughts.

"Up here!" I yell, sitting up in the bed. He comes in tiredly, his eyes puffy.

"I-I-" he starts.

"Why were you crying? Come here!" I demand, patting the bed next to me. He comes and begins crying again. He collapses in my lap. My hands go around his hair and pull him close to me.

"I-I'm sorry..." He says, lifting his head up. I rub his head.

"Shhh... Just tell me baby..." I comfort. He looks up at me and props his arms up on both sides of me.

"I'm leaving." He cries, looking me in the eye. My heart stops beating, well not literally. My blood runs cold and my vision becomes blurry with tears.

"W-what do you mean? I thought you said we would get through this together! W-where are you going?" I stutter, my heart pounding in my ears. He tries controlling his sobs, but it doesn't work very well. I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces.

"It's for my job! I-i they're sending me to a camp... I need to go to a camp and fill in for a whole bunch of people with injuries... I have to go and be a coast guard!" He cries. I lie down, tears falling from my eyes.

"I still don't understand!" I say, pulling him into my chest. He calms down a bit before he begins again.

"As you know, I work for the US coast guard, getting calls and making arrangements for men and rescues... My boss is trying to recruit more men because some keep getting injured or need breaks. What I will do is go to a camp for about 6 months and serve on the coast guard for 1 year. I-I'm sorry. I have too." He says, looking into my eyes. I cuddle into his chest as he explains.

"I-I have to raise this baby on my own?!" I ask. He pulls my waist toward him.

"No, no no no... I leave about 4 weeks after the babies due date, which is generally around July 1st. I leave on the first of August. I swear I'm coming back, okay? I promise. Depending on how good I do in training, that's how long I'm going to have to stay. This will be a huge raise for me and it'll help us raise the baby! I promise! I will never leave you okay?" He says, hugging me as tightly as possible. I continue to cry into his chest.

"I c-can't do this on my own." I cry.

"If I could hold you any closer I would." He says, a small tear falling from his eye. I sob uncontrollably in his chest. He entangles our legs together as I lie in his arms.

"Hayes. A year and a half is a long time." I say, grabbing his hands. He laces our fingers together and kisses my lips softly.

"Shhhh. I know. I love you too much to stay any longer." He whispers, pressing our foreheads together. My sobs are beyond controllable. He rubs his hands up and down my back to calm me down. It barely works but it definitely helped.

"Did you know that you are the best thing that's ever happened to me?" I say, smiling a bit. He smiles back and kisses me gently.

"You were the best thing that happened to me too." He whispers. I slowly start drifting off to sleep as he rubs my back. "And this baby will just bring us closer." He says as I fall into a deep sleep.

"No stop!" I scream, pulling my hand away from him. Tears fall from my face as he rips my arm toward him.

"Get on the bed now!" He screams, pushing me down. I crawl into the bed, frightened by his actions. He begins unbuttoning his pants, making me cry out in fear.

"Please don't!" I say. Suddenly my mind drifts off somewhere else. In the driveway. He has a gun pressed to a little child's head. I scream at him to stop but he smirks at me. I can't move from my spot. He pulls the trigger and darkness falls.

I wake up screaming and crying. Hayes sits up and cups my face.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks, concern filling his blue eyes. I shake my head and wrap my arms around his waist. My tiny arms wrap around his muscular body, making me feel safe and sound. I continue crying until he eventually calms me down. I take deep breaths as he waits for me to begin.

"I h-had a really bad dream." I say, breaking down again. He lies me back down and stares into my eyes. I start beginning again. I tell him the dream as he stares at me with interest.

"Shhhhhh... It's okay! He's in jail now! I'll keep you safe!" He says. I suddenly have this horrible feeling in my stomach.

"What about when you're gone? What am I going to do then hayes?! I can't feel safe or comforted unless you're around! Hayes you are the only thing in this entire world that makes me feel like I have a home!" I say, looking down. He brings his face to mine, making me look at him.

"I promise. I'll love you and keep you safe until the end of time. I love you more than words can explain and I know, that Matthew will never get near you again." He says, kissing my lips softly. I smile as Hayes pulls me back into a cuddle.

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I wake up later than I had expected to see Hayes in bed next to me. I smile, remembering it's Saturday. I quickly jump out of bed and run into the kitchen. I decide to make waffles, and basically the only other thing I could cook which was bacon. I quickly finish and set them down on plates and put them at the table. I hear a groan come from behind me.

"I was supposed to make breakfast for you!" Hayes complains, coming down with out a shirt. I bite my lip and lean against the counter. He laughs and comes over to me.

"Too late!" I smile, pecking his lips shortly. I was about to run away until a pair of muscular arms wrapped around my waist.

"Wanna go shopping later? Hayes asks into my ear. I nod my head and turn toward him.

"Is it safe to have sex while you're pregnant?" I blurt, staring at his chest. He smirks and kisses me.

"I'll have to look it up." He smiles. We eat our breakfast, and head back upstairs to get ready. I hop in the shower really quick and come back out with a towel on.

"So what time should we leave?" I ask, wanting every minute with him to count.

"How about after we... Do something else?" He smirks, turning around. I walk over to the computer and look at the website pulled up.

"So it's safe?" I ask, reading the screen in front of me. He grabs my legs and pulls them around his waist in the chair.

"You tell me?" He chuckles, attacking my neck with kisses.

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Ella I didn't actually cry but it was still sad... NICK WESTON IS DISGUSTING BTW

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