Day Dreamer

Ch. 1: Hayden

Sloane's POV: *3 months earlier*

I slowly wake up, my bright blue eyes fluttering open as the sunlight hits them. As I turn my body over I feel a pounding headache and squeeze my eyes shut.

"You were great last night Sloane." I hear a husky voice say. I turn my head to see who it is, I can't remember a thing about the night before.

"Dammit..." I whisper "Hayden?" I look down at my boyfriend.

"What? Was last night not good enough for you? Of all the girls I dated you are by far the best in bed." He smirked crawling on top of my and starts kissing my neck.

"Hayden! I don't remember I thing about last night. I was wasted, obviously. Or I wouldn't have slept with you. Now get the fuck off me." I start to move away from him when he wraps an arm around my waist

"Now baby, I don't think that's anyway to talk to me." He whispers against my neck.

"Please.." I whimper. "Just let me go.. I have school today." I felt him sigh.

"Whatever you slut. Get dressed in something sexy," I quickly stand up when he loosens his grip, "or you aren't leaving." He adds and watches me get dressed.

A tear rolls down my cheek when my back is turned to him, I slip on distressed black shorts and a loose gray tank top. I toss my light blonde hair in a bun with a black bow and pull on my leather jacket and combat boots.

"I'm leaving." I say to him. He jumps up and starts kissing me hardly, grabbing my hips so tightly that I feel him bruising me. I whimper slightly and pull away.

"Goodbye Sloane." He says. I shake my head and grab my bookbag and phone before I walk out his door towards my school.

When I get to school my friend, Avery, is waiting at my locker for me.

"Hayden?" She asks when she sees how late I am. I nod simply and start unlocking my locker and throw my red bag into it after I grab my binder and iPhone. "You know I really don't get why you're still with him. Just break up with him! He's a douchebag Sloane. He doesn't deserve you! You're so much better than that."

I laugh, "Avery, If I could break up with him I would. He scares me. If I broke up with him he would like beat me to a pulp. Look what he did when he likes me!"

I pull up the edge of my tank top revealing dark purple bruises and scratches on my hipbones and bright red hickeys all over my stomach. Then I point to my collarbones that are covered with more hickeys and bruises.

"There's more on my thighs. I can't break up with Hayden. I'm all he has.." Avery and I start walking towards homeroom, which we have together.

"You don't even like him.."

"But he likes me. And if I go home my parents will beat me. He's the best thing I have right now.." I say quietly. We walk into class and our conversation ends. I go to my seat and plop down in it.

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Uhh yeah. Sorry if this like doesn't make sense or doesn't make sense to you. I'm writing this at 12 at night so yeah. I just had a sudden idea and needed to write it. Tell me what you think about it, what you think I need to work on, or what you like. Just talk to me. I'm nice I promise:P