Craving (h.g)

14

Hayes

We arrive for the press conference and a few people speak and then I get asked to.

"This is Hayes. A really close friend of the victim." Detective Larson said. (Detective from earlier)

I panic.

I am guided to the stand and talk.

"Layla Roberts is a good friend of mine, her family, my family, and I'm sure the wonderful people of this community miss her bright eyes and beautiful face. I sure as hell do. I am active on helping everyone find where our girl is. Thank you." I put my head down, throw on my cap and walk off.

THE DAY OF

Layla

I lay down and start drawing Hayes. For some reason I find him fascinating.

After 20 minutes I hear a loud thud.

I look out my window and see Brad in my backyard.

I run outside.

"What are you doing here?!" I yell.

"Fuck you bitch. What is Hayes your protector? Your little boyfriend?" He said laughing.

"No you psycho." I mumble.

"Huh? What was that?" He said, getting awfully close.

"What bitch? Why are you all of the sudden all quiet now?" He said pushing me.

I fall onto the floor.

I stumble to get up as he gets on top of me.

"I saw you with Ashley. You're dead to me." I say. It wasn't relevant but I've been wanting to say that.

"Oh come on Layla. Get over that little bitchy love shit. It was just all fun? What are you jealous? Baby, we could have some fun too.." he said pulling down my sweatpants.

"No! Get off!" I yelled squirming.

How is no one hearing this?

It's 4 am that's why.

He started to unbuckle his pants.

Once he had them undone I kicked his back.

I did it twice.

It hurt since he was on top of my pelvis.

He got up a bit to slap me.

I bent my knee, hitting his balls.

He fell to the floor, holding onto them.

I run as far as I can.

The farthest I get is to his black truck.

I look around and I don't see him.

A hand creeps behind me and covers my mouth.