Tears still stream down my face as I lay back and rest my head against the cold tile.
My vision begins to blur and my head becomes foggy.
No more pain, no more pain.
There's a pounding on the door and the one voice I would not expect to be heard sounds.
"Jacey?! Jacey open the door!" Hunter shouts through the door.
The pounding of the door dies down because I begin to lose consciousness.
I smile to myself, and right as I completely black out, I hear the door burst open and my mothers screams along with...Bobbie's?
I can't hear anything around me, the only thing I can now focus on is the bright light coming my way.
The light of death.
Hunter's POV.
"Hello?" I answer my cell phone while massaging my temples. All of the ally requests are starting to irritate me.
"Hunter?" Mr. DeGrasa asks sounding panicked. My ears perk up and I remove my hand from my forehead.
"Yeah, this is him," I confirm.
"It's Jacey, she flipped out and I need to talk to you ASAP," he rushes.
That's all I hear before I end the call and round up everybody.
I don't explain everything to them as we head to Jacey's house.
As much as I hate to admit it, I feel guilty for pouring all of that shit on Jacey last night. It was a lot to take in and I fucked up with that.
"Don't ask questions when we get inside. I'm not sure what he wants to talk about exactly, but I don't need any of you imbeciles to butt in," I demand and we all walk towards the front door.
I knock politely on the door and Mrs. DeGrasa opens the door with a tissure pressed to her nose.
What the hell?
"Hello, Hunter," she manages to smile.
I smile slightly back and bow my head.
Mr. DeGrasa shows up behind his wife and gestures for us to come.
We walk into the living room and I wait for him to say something, anything.
"Like I said, Jacey found out and flipped out," he nods.
"Where is she?" I ask, I sense an off feeling and I'm wondering if it has something to do with Jacey.
"She's in her room," he nods his head.
"Nixon, stay down here and listen to what he has to say. I'm going to go check on Jacey."
Nixon nods of course and I excuse myself, walking upstairs.
As I get closer to her room I start to get a nervous feeling in my stomach that usually indicates something bad.
"Jacey?" I call out and peak into her room. She's not on her bed, I notice the door to her ensuite is closed and I slowly walk towards the door.
I place my ear against the wood and try to listen for any movement.
I hear very shallow breaths coming from her mouth and my heart rate picks up.
I jiggle the door handle before realizing she locked it.
"Jacey?" I call out, pounding on the door with my fist.
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Teen Fiction"Can Nixon touch you like this?" Hunter asks as his hand slowly trails down my neck down to my hip. "Nixon can do better." I egg him on. "Can Nixon make you shiver like this?" I lean my head to the side as his lips slowly make contact with that sp...
