𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 ~ 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐡

3. Whirley Street| 🔞

[⚠️TW: mentions of blood and trauma, please read with caution]

DRIVING further and deeper into the neighborhood, Hayley began to feel uneasy at her surroundings. The area that she lives in is sketchy overall, given there are commonly all sorts of drug deals going on. 

The atmosphere didn't ease her chills one bit as there was cloud cover all around. As much as Hayley loved grey skies and winter, this kind of weather in this particular area always gave her the creeps as it added onto the gloom of the environment.

Hayley was driving and Robert was delivering, for good reason, as the people in the area were much older and often shooting up heroin in their yards. Too many times during her previous deliveries, Hayley was made uncomfortable as she was either catcalled or even threatened for declining offers to one night stands.

She hated that she had a certain reputation in her neighborhood due to her father's "businesses" and carelessness of spreading rumors even if they were about his own daughter. Hayley's relationship with Robert only made matters worse as it had opened up all sorts of opportunities for Angelo to make her his puppet, further worsening their father-daughter relationship.

Towards the end part of their delivering, Hayley and Robert were veering towards the street she had hated the most of all: Whirley Street, which, of course had to be towards the end of the road and closest to what Hayley refers to as The Forest of Doom. It was for several reasons why Hayley absolutely hated Whirley Street, though one of her most infamous reasonings being that was where she had been exposed to violence for the first time at the age of 9.

As she awaited Robert making the deliveries, Hayley stared mindlessly over at the green sign ahead that read out: WHIRLEY. As if staring at a person she resented, Hayley's stare slowly turned into a glare, her eyes fixated on the white letters. Her mind only in one place, that of the accident she had gotten a glimpse of ten years ago.

It was a major shock that left the entire neighborhood in question of was it an accident or premeditated murder? A violent car crash leaving three dead, four alive, with little to no injuries. One of the four that came out alive being Angelo, as he was driving with three gang members at the time, who were known to have been feuding with the victims of the wreck in the weeks leading up to the accident.

The visuals, even the smell of the area at the time all came back to Hayley as she sat in the front seat of her car now, staring down the sign as her eyes then traveled to the right, where the road itself was.

Suddenly in her head, she began visualizing what appeared to be blood forming in a small puddle in the middled of the street. It began growing into a massive overflow, even leaking down into the direction of where Hayley sat parked in her car. As if in a trance, she slowly began leaning forward, squinting her eyes following the trail of blood that was approaching closer.

After a few seconds of what seemed like ominous suspense, the red began smearing on her windshield. Gasping in surprise, Hayley threw on her windshield wipers, "What the fuck?" She whispered shakily as the wipers were only causing more of a mess.

In the midst of all of this, a loud thud came, causing Hayley to yelp out in shock. She quickly came out of her dream-like trance and recognized it was Robert opening the door getting back in the car.

As he shut the door, he turned to Hayley with a look of curiosity, "What the hell was that?"

"You saw it?!" Hayley answered frantically, her hands feeling shaky as they hover over the steering wheel.

"Saw what?"

Hayley sat staring at the boy, aghast as her breathing was unsteady and her heart pounding. She exhaled and hung her head down, "I think I was hallucinating."