Chapter Twenty Six

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LIZZIES POV
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I woke up next to Hayes. I put my head on his chest and he looked down at me.

"Good morning." He smiled.

"Morning." I smiled back.

"Got anymore texts from Brianna?" He asked.

I looked over at my night stand and grabbed my phone I turned it on and I got one message.

I opened it and it read:

Brianna😰: You took what I wanted most..

Me: And what was that?

Brianna😰: Hayes

I looked over at Hayes and he looked shocked.

Me: Well, you got Nash why can't you be happy with that?

Brianna😰: I still want revenge. So, keep a good look out for me.

Me: Your fucking psycho

I closed my phone and me and Hayes walked down stairs to get breakfast.

"Do want to go out and get breakfast instead?" Hayes asked.

"Yeah, Im not the greatest cook." I laughed.

We both walked up stairs and got ready. Good thing Hayes brought extra clothes.

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We both finished and walked back down stairs.

"Matt!! I taking your car!" I yelled.

"Okay! The keys are on the counter." He answered back.

I'm 17, and I got my license I just never want to drive.

I grabbed the keys and went out to his car.

Denny's here I come!

MATTS POV
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After liz left I grabbed my phone and called my dad. They've been gone for awhile on their "business trip" and I'm kinda worried.

Ring ring ring

D- dad M- Matt

D: Matt?

M: Dad! Why aren't you hole already?

D: Umm.. Me and your mother kind of moved up here..

M: What?! You left me and Liz here?! What the hell is wrong with you guys?!

D: sorry, we thought you guys were old enough. And we don't have enough room here for you..

M: I don't ever want to talk to you guys again!! Your both fucking clue less! And don't ever think about coming back!

D: We don't want to come back! And don't call me anymore!

He yelled and hung up.

They are honestly the worst fucking parents! Why the hell would you leave both of your children to live by then selfs and not care at all?!

It's bizarre!

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