Misery Business (Sequel to Never Let This Go) *Paramore*

Chapter Fourteen: Monster

Hayley's P.O.V.

"Here for the party, Williams?" the strange woman asks me.

"I think I'd like to talk to you," I tell her. "I also think you're going to listen. You need to back to eff off because I'm sick and tired of playing this game of yours, alright? Leave my friends, family, and especially Taylor out of this! This is between Angela, Chad Gilbert, and me. Go tell your boss that if she wants to hurt me then she should do it herself because I'm done with her hundreds of servants showing up one by one!" I yell at her. When I do, she slaps me straight in the face.

Taylor is the one to grab my arm and pull my toward him, as if to protect me. "Don't touch her," he tells Rachael.

"I'll touch her if and when I want to. You will be too, soon enough, York. You'll come crawling," she responds.

"Get out of this damn room," I tell her angrier than ever.

"Finally, Williams is getting used to the idea of aggression," the tall blonde says with a crooked smile. I'm just sick of this, honestly. I want this to end already. I just want happiness. "Angela is always right, isn't she?" With that, Rachael walks out of the hotel room, shaking her head.

The tears start to fall from this point, realizing what happened. Did she really try to corrupt Taylor or was she trying to get me mad the whole time? I know for a fact, though, that I'm not as innocent as I used to be. Now I feel guilty and disgusting. I yelled at Rachael like I yelled at David. I yelled at people who could seriously hurt me; kill me. That fact never stopped me though.

Taylor pulls me into his lap, sitting on the hotel bed. I let the silent tears fall onto his already wet shirt as he has his lips resting against the side of my head. "I'm a monster," I whisper, as if admitting it to myself.

"You're no monster, Hayles. You defended yourself, that's all," Taylor tells me into my hair.

"No, I did the opposite. I endangered us. I gave in like they wanted me to," I respond into T's chest.

"She's gone now, we're fine," he whispers to me. After a couple minutes of having Taylor's strong arms wrapped around me, we decide to go eat before Jeremy freaks out on us, Taylor changes his shirt first. We walk down into the restaurant hand in hand and sit down.

"What happened, I was waiting for forever?" he asks us looking the slightest bit concerned.

"Can we talk about it a little later, we're in public," Taylor tells him. Jeremy just nods, probably understanding that what happened wasn't the highlight of our week.

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"Mckayla, how are you?" I ask kindly through the phone.

"I'm okay, how's tour?" she asks.

"Really good, but we have less than a month left now. 27 days, actually," I tell her.

"That's good for me, because I'll be able to see you soon, if Mom lets me," Mckayla says sounding excited.

"Well I'll hug the heck out of you when you do!" I respond with a giggle. "This tour has been really great though, the fans are amazing and so is Fall Out Boy,"

"I'm glad. I can't wait to see you, we could use a little cheering up around here," she tells me a little less excitedly.

"Don't worry, I'll drag Taylor along if you want, he can make anyone laugh," I say smiling.

"Of course he does, and I want to see how his afro is doing too. You guys are dating again right?" The eleven year old asks me.

"Yeah, we are. We got through the bad stuff," I answer with another small smile.

"That's good, I like seeing you guys together," she explains. "You look really happy,"

"Thanks, I like being with him. He's amazing. You should be worrying about eleven year old things though, shouldn't you? Why are we talking about boys, did you get a boyfriend?" I ask my eyes wide.

"No, I didn't," she says laughing. "I have to go, it's getting late,"

"Darn, alright. Talk to you soon," I respond.

"Bye,"

"Bye,"

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The door slams shut and I'm not sure who it is. I'm in the kitchen, my back to the wall, holding a long knife as protection. Angela walks in, shaking her hips from California to Maine as usual. "Did you really think you could escape me?" she asks looking sarcastically offended.

"What do you want?" I ask her, knife ready.

"Well at first I wanted you to suffer because I wasn't able to kill you the first time, but now, I want you to stop being such a burden to everyone else. Who cares about you being tortured to a further extent? I already had everything horrible done to you, almost. I'd rather kill you now so I don't have to deal with you anymore," she tells me, pacing back and forth.

"Then kill me already," I respond, not a tiny bit worried. She laughs and pulls a gun from her side, pointing it at me. "I bet your too scared to do it yourself," She laughs again and readys it to be shot. "I don't have a purpose living anyway," I say confidently.

"You're right, you don't," she tells me. With that, there is a bang, an a pain like no other, right in the heart. It doesn't last long enough, though, because I fall to the floor dead, Angela's laughs is the last thing I ever hear.

I scream, sitting up in my hotel bed with a sweaty forehead and heavy breathing. I wipe away the sweat and flop back down, as I see a figure walking toward me in the dark. Taylor's figure. "What was it?" he asks me.

"She shot me," I whisper to him, almost ashamed of my nightmare. Taylor sits next to me though, and kisses my temple.

"I'll never really let that happen, though," he tells me. I smile and play with one of his curls.

"I love you so much," I tell the curly haired man sitting on my bed.

"I love you more," he tells me with a goofy smile I can just make out in the darkness of night.

"That's impossible," I say kissing his softly.

"No, because you'll never love me the amount I love you," Taylor responds fixing my hair.

"Just come here, dork," I tell him. He chuckles and covers himself with the blanket, wrapping his arm around me.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," he whispers me to as I try to drift off to sleep. It's the first night in a while I've fallen asleep smiling.

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I know what I want in the far future for this story, but for the next ten or so chapters I'm so blocked...