Dying to Move - h.g

Chapter 7

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Hayes P.O.V

I woke up to find Dakota not in my room. I checked all over my room and through the rest of my house.

"Morning Sweety" my says while flipping a pancake

"Morning, have you seem Dakota?" I ask

"Yes actually she came down looking for the bathroom, I told her to go to the upstairs one."

"K thanks mom" I say while grabbing a pancake and running upstairs

As I got up to the bathroom I was about to knock but I heard moaning. What the hell is she doing

thought. Then I heard something drop. Something metal. My heart started racing. I waited another

second and heard her say "ugly, fat, not worth living" then I heard a thud. I slammed the door

open.

"Dakota" I say

Dakotas P.O.V

"Dakota" I heard a familiar voice

I looked up. Hayes. It was Hayes. My head was on the tub, my arms were red, the blade was on the

floor, and I couldn't think. He stared for a moment and a tear came down his cheek.

"But...how...why.." That's all he managed out

I couldn't do this. I wanted to die. I was still dizzy but I grabbed the razor off the floor and quickly

made another cut on my arm. Hayes eyes widen. Everything turned fuzzy.

"Stop!" He screamed

He rushed over to me and took the blade out of my hand.

"Give it back" I demand

He looked at me. And we locked eyes. Then without looking away he through the blade in the

toilet.

"No!" I sobbed

He quickly looked away and flushed the toilet. With my blade in it. My mouth dropped. Did he

actually just do that.

"I fucking you hate u!" I screamed at him.

He picked me up and I started punching and kicking him as hard as I could. It didn't affect him

though. I was weak and losing a lot of blood. He put me on his bed, and ran over to his desk,

grabbed a tissue and placed it over my cuts. With in seconds the tissue was covered in blood. And

so was Hayes, his shirt was cover in my blood from when he picked me up. He had my blood wiped

on his pants and face too. He quickly ran out of his room and came back with a 2 wash cloths, one

wet and one dry. He wouldn't talk to me. Or look at me. He slightly dabbed my new cuts and

cleaned them. When they were cleaned up and not as bloody he wrapped my wrist in this gauzy

wrap thing. When he was done he sat down on his bed and looked at the floor playing with his

fingers. I put my hand on his hand and he looked up. His eyes were red and puffy and his checks

were stained with tears. Was he crying this whole time?

"Why would you do that, again?" He chocked out

I looked down "I just got scared"

"Do I scare you?" You looked confused and sad.

"No no it wasn't you, it was my mom"

"What happened" he asked

"Shes just pissed that I forgot to tell her where I was" I mumble

There's a silence until Hayes reaches across his bed and hugs me. I embrace him and hug back. We

stay that why for a good 30 minutes.

"Thank you" I whisper in his ear

"For what" he asks

"For saving me" I say

He hugs me tighter and I close my eyes.

"Hey I know your asleep now and won't here hear this but I love you, and will always protect you. I

love you" he says right before sleep takes over my body. Hayes Grier just says he loved me. Wat?