Craving (h.g)

13

2 DAYS GONE

Hayes

I woke up, panting.

I look for my inhaler.

I knock over stuff on my nightstand.

I find my glasses and put them on.

I pull open my drawer and grab my inhaler.

It was just a dream.

I calm myself down.

4:38 AM

I have to find her.

I have to know what's going on.

Her parents have been staying over night at a family members house.

For support.

They told my parents, and asked them to house watch for a couple of days.

Out of sorrow and respect they agreed.

The keys were on the holder.

I throw on a sweater and a new pair of sweats.

I felt dirty in the other ones..

I grab the keys and run to her house.

I struggle with it but make it in

I jog up to her room.

I switch on the flashlight on my phone and look around to find something, anything.

Where would a girl hide her most secretive stuff?

A diary?

Her phone?

Her underwear drawer?

I look everywhere.

I want to give up.

Until I see a hard cover black book under the bed. Stuff under the mattress.

I pull it out and it's a journal.

I open the first page and see a poem.

I flip through them and just see, poems and drawings.

The title

"I talked to him"

Caught my eye.

So today, I talked to Hayes Grier. In art class. His eyes looked so beautiful.

Today, it happened again.

The writing ended there.

Found out what?

I look more and find some more on the next page.

It happened again.

Brad hurt me again. He slapped me in the face. I had to cover up with makeup.

This time, I just asked to see his phone. I just wanted to take a picture with him.

Out of nowhere he slaps me and calls me a slut.

Saying that I'm cheating on him and that I'm accusing him to cover up the fact that I did.

I'm scared. At this point I'm scared for my life.

I need to get out of this.

I am in shock.

I sit back and just process all that.

Did he really hurt her?

I can't believe it.

I stuff the book in my pocket and look around some more.

I see photographs.

I look through them and see her big ol smile. She's with friends.

I see her homecoming pictures with Brad.

But then I see pictures of me.

Standing with a towel on in my room.

She's been spying on me.

I feel flattered, but creeped out at the same time.

She can't like me, she didn't want to kiss me.

She didn't want me.

I'm confused.

I take the pictures.

I go home, it's 6 AM, I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

I hop over her backyard fence and into mine.

I walk through the backdoor and swiftly make it to my room.

I store the stuff under my mattress.

As I lay down, my mom walks in and says to get ready.

"For?" I ask.

"They are holding a press conference for Layla. They've invited us, since we are close." She says.

"I can't go." I bluntly state.

"You need to. Be ready in 15." She says, leaving before I could say a word.

I'm so tired. And torn.

Where is she?

THE DAY OF

Layla

After Hayes yells at me, I get a call.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and answer.

"Come pick me up." Brad slurs.

"No. I'm going to sleep. Have one of your whores do it for you. We broke up remember?" I sass.

"Fuck you slut. You'll regret that." He mumbles then hangs up.

I brush it off cause he always threatens me but never does shit.

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