Stay With Me >>Hayes Grier

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Rosie Lesley's View;

It was November now, me and Hayes continued to be together but something was different. Hayes started to grow more popularity throughout the country. Even the world. For about a month of school, he was in LA for Dancing With The Stars. A short time ago, he got voted off the show. Hayes was upset at first. But I gave him some time to get his thoughts together. Once he did, he claimed, "Now I get to spend more time with my Rosie."
Hayes had changed. Everything about him changed. He was fifteen at the moment, and I was fifteen also. My birthday was in a week or so. But I fell in love with the bubbly fourteen year old boy. Now Hayes was a snobby, isolated, impatient boy.

Of course, he was dedicated to our relationship and track & field. Just last week, I was running late. I had to pick up my moms vitamins. Hayes got mad because I was five minutes late. He even started walking home. But he knew very well we had to go over to the library. We needed to go because of our research project.

My thoughts were interrupted by my mom. "Rosie, do you want a ride to the Griers house? I think my knee is working properly." Mother gave a small smile from my bedroom door.

"Mom! What did I tell you about getting up? The doctor said you need bed rest, and you keep walking around like nothing is wrong with your knee." As we walked to the living room, she kept trying to explain why she had gotten up.

"Do you know how boring it is to watch game shows day after day? oh wait, you don't. You're always doing 'volunteering' or 'study groups.' Come on, can't you stay in for just one night?" Mom finally said once her foot was resting peacefully.

"Defiantly not tonight. Me and Hayes need to study for our trimester one test. Mother, I think it's time for Aunt June to move in. I can't be taking care of you and worrying about school. It's honestly overwhelming!" I replied, grabbing my backpack off of the other couch.

"I'll be back by nine, is that fine?" I managed to get out after a moment of silence.

"Of course, stay out later if you need too."

That was the last thing I heard before closing the front door. My cellphone started ringing. It was the clinic. "Hello?" I spoke into my phone, taking a seat in my moms car.

"Hello, is this Rosalie Lesley?" The young nurse spoke into my ear.

"Yes this is." I answered nervously.

"I don't want you to worry about anything. But according to the several pregnancy tests we have taken. It is 100% positive that you're pregnant. Congratulations!" Words fell out of the nurses lips, like she was happy!

After a couple of moments of being quiet, "Miss are you there?"

"Oh, yes I am. Sorry about that." Taking a deep breath I continued, "I'm actually in the middle of something, is it alright if I call you back tomorrow?"

"That's perfectly fine, I am Savannah by the way. When you call tomorrow, ask for me. I was a teen mom. And I think I can help you. Alright, have a nice day, bye!"

I was so shocked. Pregnant. At fifteen, almost sixteen. This would ruin all my plans in life. If I told this to Hayes, then he would have to find out what happened between me & James. It would so hard to tell Hayes. It scared me enough.

I didn't want to get pregnant, nor have sex. But James pushed me into it. How would I tell my boyfriend of, eight months that I was raped by one of his good friends. Hayes would beat James up so bad, he would probably break a bone.

My eyes traveled towards the car keys. I twisted it into the socket & headed off.

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Later on, I was lying down on the Grier's couch. Hayes tried tickling me several times, but I never smirked once. I was in utter shock. Whenever Hayes tickled me, I would laugh. Purposely laugh. I wasn't ticklish where he would tickle me. Which was my belly.

I always laughed, so I made sure he didn't figure out my main ticklish area. But anyways, Hayes finally decided to pause the television. "Babe," Hayes spoke softly, sitting in front of the leather couch. "Did something happen with your mom again?"

Tears fought to flow from my eyes, but I continued to bite my lip. "Tell me what's going on, please." That was it. Tears raced down my cheeks, staining redness. Hayes held me tight in his arms, caressing my back.

"It's going to perfectly fine in the end." Hayes whispered.

That's not true. How was it 'perfectly fine' when Elizabeth is dying? Or when my father came to pay child support, but instead beat the shit out of me.

Liz was lying in her hospital bed. It had been bad. Really bad. The doctor put her on chemo, but it just made things worse. Now we were in the local emergency room. "I need you to tell my baby boys something." Liz croaked out.

"Liz, this is NOT going to be goodbye." I choked on my tears.

"Rosie, you already know it. I'm dying. Everyone else is miles away and won't see me. So please just listen to what I have to say." Liz held onto my shaking hands. "Tell my boys I love them to bits & pieces. Make sure Hayes knows that he will be able to fight through this lost. Tell Nash he needs to continue living his dream, and he is such a blessing."

"Tell Will I'm so proud of him. He was my first born and I will treasure that for the rest of time. Make sure Skylynn knows that mommy loves her. So so so so much." Liz coughed, and I could tell it was time for her to leave soon.

"Rosalie, stay with my baby boy for the rest of your life. Never give up on him. I know he'll do the same." Liz sighed, "You're like my second daughter. You have no idea how blessed I am to have you apart of my life. Thank you for--" Liz started coughing, then the monitor beeped continually.

"No! No! No! No!" I screamed, falling to the ground. "Wake up Liz." I sobbed, as many nurses rushed into the room, one pulling me out. Liz was gone.

Hayes continued to hold me in his arms, whenever I cried he would always shed a couple tears. I guess he felt sympathy. "I need to tell you something." I pulled myself out of the grasp.

A lump grew in my throat, as the words fought to be spoken. "A nurse called me before I got here, and she said I- um." Tears came running out like a waterfall. "I'm pregnant, Hayes!" I blurted out, barely audible.

The room got silent except for small sobs coming out of my lips. Hayes wrapped his weak arms around me and kept giving my cheek small pecks, as he tried to wrap his head around it.

"Rosalie, we never went all the way though." He now had red cheeks, as his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"When you were out in LA, James was being really supportive. I guess he got the wrong idea, because he did this to me. Babe, I told him no, but he wouldn't listen." Words flew out of my lips and his face flashed with anger, then suddenly went back to sadness.

"How could I let this happen? It's all my fault." Hayes sighed, holding onto my hands.