Depressed

thirteen

When Hailey woke up, the first thing she smelled was cinnamon.

Which reminded her of Jason.

Which remineded her of her sore vagina.

Which reminded her of Mr. Herein (for some strange reason). Maybe it was the kiss....

Which reminded her of her dad.

Her dad! She forgot all about her dad!

She quickly sat up. Where was she?

She was in a room, two times the size of her own bedroom. The walls, sheets, pillows, and blankets were white. She looked at her shirt. It was pastel blue, a few sizes larger than her size.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in...." she said. The door opened to reveal a very sexy Jason. His hair was ruffled on the right size, and a little part of his chin was dotted with brown. "Good morning," he smiled at her. He was carrying a tray with a glass of orange juice visible from her sight.

Setting the tray on her outstretched legs, he kissed her. But she pulled away, ducking her head. He frowned. She saw hurt in his eyes and she turned beet red. "I just....Let me brush my teeth, okay?" She gave him a crooked smile. He shook his head. "Even if you smell like shit, I would still wanna kiss you." To prove his point, he kissed her. For a long time. They both pull back at the same, panting. Hailey laughed.  "That's a lie," she said. Jason looked as if he wanted to argue, but to change the subject, she turned to the meal. "Mmm...." she smiled. Looking up at him, she muttered, "Thanks. A lot. For everything."

Jason smiled at her as she started digging in. "You know, I would do anything to keep you safe. Even sacrifice myself." He mutters, loud enough for her to hear, "And that scares the shit outta me."

Hailey continued eating her breakfast.

Tomorrow, they would go to her house, pack her stuff, and report her dad to the police.

And all Hailey felt was happiness.