Bad Little Californian

Chapter 9

I stopped at the door, taking out the silver key from my back pocket and jamming it into the keyhole but it didn't fit in, I jiggled the key a little but nothing happened.
Taking the key back out again I pushed the doorknob making the door open slowly. Why was the door open? I walked inside, closing the door with my foot to see that there was a gold key placed in the lock already.

Who possibly went outside the sun only just came up?

As I entered further into the hall to hear strained voices getting clearer and louder. Trying not to make a sound I leaned against the thin wall. Trying to listen in to the conversation.

"I don't know the last time I saw her she was fast asleep"
"Yeah with you"
"You slept with my sister!?"

"Why the fuck would you care?"
"Cause believe it or not I would rather like my little sister to stay a virgin"
"For Fuck sakes Cameron you don't have the right to call her your little sister. If anything Nash should call her that" 

"But Nash isn't here because-of-her" my heart stopped and my blood went cold for some reason. Where's Nash? 
"You little sh-"

"CAN YOU TWO JUST SHUT THE HELL UP. KYLIE'S STLL MISSING AND NASH IS IN THE HOSPITAL! WE ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH ON OUR PLATE AND WE DONT NEED YOUR DAMN ARGUMENTS TO STRESS US OUT MORE!"   

I sunk down onto the floor. I felt nauseous and my head started to spin violently, then everything froze. "Nash is in the hospital because of me" I mumbled to myself.
"Kylie?" Matt turned the corner and faced me. His eyes were red, his hair was messed up and worry lines ran across his forehead.

He quickly bent down to engulf me in a hug which I didn't return. "Kylie?"
"Why's he in the hospital?" Matt let go of me in time for Jack Johnson and Cameron to turn the corner to see me.
"Where the hell have you been!" a look of relief spread across Johnson's face but I could tell he was still laced with worry and stress. "Where's Nash?"

"He's...Um" Johnson scratched the back of his neck not sure how to phrase his words. Cameron groaned and stepped in.
"He was rushed to hospital. Because of you, Nash had a serious panic attack" he said bluntly grabbing keys to his car.

I sat there looking at my knees. Speechless. I've never sent anyone to hospital before and this was Nash. The slightly overprotective boy that treated me like his own sister. He's cared for me all these years when he didn't need to. And now he's in pain because of me. I didn't even get a chance to say thank you for all the things he's for me.

After my realisation I looked up to see Cameron, Matt and Jack leaving. "Where are you going?"
"To see Nash. I'm sorry but you and Hayes cant come. Yet" Johnson gave me an apologetic smile then closed the door.

I sighed and stood up, still leaning against the outside of the kitchen wall with my hand covering my eyes and forehead. "Hayes" I called through the house a few minute after I heard the car leave the street. Silence. I took my hand off my face and stood up properly, rubbing my hands up and down my hip and thigh awkwardly as I walked towards the base of the stairs.

"Hayes" I called a little louder. No one answered. I groaned and walked upstairs suddenly feeling tired and drained emotionally. I am the person who caused Nash's panic attack! Words cant describe how crappy I feel. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head and focus on finding Hayes. As I stepped off the last step I realised no one was here except me and him. 

I proceeded past the doors trying to remember who's room is who's. I turned my head to a door with a football lying next to it. This might be Hayes' room. 
"Hayes" I mumbled opening the door just enough for me to slip in. 

He was sitting at the edge of his bed, his tense back facing towards me. He was tightly gripping his bed sheets with one hand and the other was tangled in his flattened hair. 
Slowly I took a step into his room closing the door from behind me and it seemed like he knew I was there because his grip tightened on his blanket and his loud breathing stopped.

There was an awkward yet intense silence, I  stood frozen in my spot not knowing what to do. I was abut to say something to break the thick tension but he cut me off and beat me to it.
"Get out of my room" he said still not bothering to turn to me, I could tell he said that through gritted teeth.

"No" whether he likes it or not I'm trying to help. He shot up and turned to me, his eyes literally turned black in anger as he went around his huge bed and came closer to me.
"This is all your fault!" he boomed, jabbing his finger into my shoulder. I glared at him feeling my shoulder heat up painfully. Before I could get a word in he started yelling again.

"If you hadn't been such a selfish bitch then we wouldn't have had to call 911 at four in the morning!" The rest of my body began to swell up in heat and anger.

"How the fuck was I being selfish huh" I yelled back just as loud as he had.
"All of this pain started because of you," he added emphasis on you," everyone was fine until the day we went to Jersey! All of this is on you! ALL OUR SUFFERING IS YOUR FAULT!" he pushed me into his light blue wall with a tiny thud. I refrained myself from hurting him back, his brothers in hospital and I can kinda see why he's so mad. But I'm trying hell of a lot hard to not hurt him. He carried on yelling at me like he didn't realise he just shoved me.

"YOU KNOW WHAT KYLIE, I JUST FUCKING WISH I NEVER MET YOU! I HONESLTY HATE YOU!"
"SAYS THE SHIT WHO WAS ALL OVER ME IN JERSEY. FLIRTING AND SHIT" I was still leaning back against the wall.

"Seriously, all over you" he laughed coldly,
"Your not good at hiding things Hayes. You know what fuck yourself! You fell out with me because of nothing and now your just being a douche. I don't need this!" I said pushing him forcefully away from me then leaving his room. Opening his door with so much force that the handle dented the wall.

"I'm not fucking done with you yet!" he yelled from the top of the stairs. I ignored him and walked out and twisted the door handle but he grabbed my wrist.

"Where the hell are you going!" he spat at me.
"To Neverland" I rolled my eyes and flicked his grip off of me but he held the door shut.
"Where the fuck are you going!"

"Oh so you care about where I'm going now?" I opened the door and walked out, with Hayes following me. Locking the door behind him.  

"You know next time you sneak out, don't come back!" he hissed. He grabbed a skateboard lying next to the door and skated off. Banging into my shoulder just like he did back in Jersey.