The bet

Chapter 8

Hayes POV

I was sitting next to the hospital bed where Kayla was. Her parents weren't here yet,so I'd just stayed with her until her family comes and also I wanted to. I saw the bandages on her forehead and her arm I didn't know she scrap her arm one the broken fence. I watched her as she laid there so peaceful. I kept looking at her for a little while until she starting to move but just a little bit.

Then has she open her eyes,she jumped like she saw a ghost or something.

"W-w what are you doing here. Get out now."she said scared she didn't even really look at me.

"I here to help you,your family on the way I called them."I said in a voice that I thought was soft.

"YOU DID WHAT. No. I need to get out of here. My father will it not like if I'm not at home before 5:00pm."she said as she try to get up but she can't and almost fell over.

"Calm down.okay. Just call your mom and explain everything to her."

The next thing I knew she was crying,her face was getting red and puffy and I didn't know what to do. So I came up to her, probably 4 inches away from her. She looked at me with a sad face and then her face got mad and filled with anger. Then, she slapped me hard on my left side.

"I hate you Hayes Grier."she said and she meant it too.

She got her clothes and her phone me still standing there trying to figure out exactly what happen. And has she left I ran after and couldn't find her.

Kayla POV

I hated Hayes and I just wanting to go home. Why was he even there in the first place? Why did he call my dad and bring up my mom? Why did I slap him as hard as I could? Why didn't he say anything afterwards? A million questions went to my head. And all I could do is cry and go home before my dad get mad me again and hit me like he usually does.

I was now on the first step of my house and I walked in with the rope I had on from the hospital. As I walk intake first thing that happen was I was slap on the right side of my face and all i could think of is my mom, and how she didn't treat me like this. I stood up and my father,drunk has usual,gave me another slap on my face that made me drop again on to the floor then he started kicking me in my ribs where i could hear my ribs crack every time he kicked. He'd stop after I saw someone come through the door I didn't know who it was. The person grad me and and my clothes and my phone and carry me to the car. Then we and this person that I still can't really see brought me to a huge house and took me up stairs where I fell asleep.