Cold Love // Hayes Grier

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Cara.

"Would you care to explain?" He asked, and sat down.

We were all in the living room right now trying to calm Cameron down. Hayes's arm was around my waist, and Emily was in the other end of the couch with Nash.

"Well we went to a party," I began, "and we danced."

"Don't lie to me!" Cameron yelled, and everyone looked shocked.

I looked at Hayes, and he understood what I meant.

"Guys, let's give them space," he said, as him, Nash, and Emily walked out.

Once we heard a door close, Cameron began again.

"I know you just didn't dance at that party," he muttered looking at me. His voice was low, thats how it started the last time it happened.

"I know you drank. I can see it in your eyes, you were beyond drunk when Nash picked you up. Somehow you fooled him, but not me," He scolded, and started walking to me.

I walked backwards until my back hit the wall. I was scared, I didn't want for it to happen again.

No one knew this, but me. Not even my mom knew it. Cameron had anger problems; they weren't that serious until a couple of years ago when he had an outburst, because I was late on my period. He thought I was a dirty slut that went around having sex with every living thing.

He then calmed down, and apologized. I forgave him, but since then I've been scared that it might happen again.

He came closer, and pressed me against the wall. Small tears escaped my eyes, as Cameron caressed my cheek.

"Shsh, don't cry little Cara," he cooed, as he kept on caressing my face. "Now tell me the truth, you drank right?"

I nodded with fear. My mouth was not capable of working right now. My muscles were all stif, and unable to function. I was vulnerable, hopeless, helpless.

"Good girl," he mumbled smiling. It was that wicked smiled that kept me up for hours at night.

"And why did you do that?" he whispered in my ear, and pinned my hands down.

"I don't know," I replied unsure.

"You don't know, huh?" He cackled, and then looked at my eyes. "Come on, let's go home and settle this down. We don't want to bother Nash and Hayes do we?"

I nodded, but then stopped when he pulled me to the door. Some courage came to me, and said some words I completely regretted afterwards.

"I'm not going with you."

"What did you just say?" Cameron was now gripping on my wrist.

"I'm staying here," I said again with a lot of courage.

"No you are not!" he yelled and started to pull on my arm.

"Nash! Hayes! Emily!" My calls for help were hopeless.

Cameron looked furious. He let go of my now red hand, and looked at me. The door bursted open, and now I was terrified.

"Cameron please I'm sorry" I cried, as I back away from him.

"You are going to regret this, Cara," he warned and did what I never thought he'll do.

The impact of his hand on my cheek cause my whole body to fall numb to the floor. The sound of my head smashing against the cold hard floor was horrifying.

Through my blurry vision I could make out, Cameron being knocked down by Nash as Emily called 911. My ears weren't working anymore, I could only see by now. Hayes picked me up, and rested me on the couch.

"An ambulance is coming Cara, just please stay with me and don't close your eyes," Hayes pleaded.

I wish I could please him, but I couldn't. I started to see black dots everywhere, and my head started to hurt and spin.

"I'm sorry Hayes," I murmured, before my eyes shut close completely.

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Everything it's dark. I can hear the monitor beeping my heart beat, but I can't open my eyes. Am I in a coma? No, I can't be. Cameron didn't hit me hard enough, but probably me slamming my head against the floor.

I heard the door open and close; footsteps were approaching me. I heard a chair being dragged next to the bed, and someone sighing.

"Cara," it was Hayes. "If you only knew how much you mean to me. I never forgave myself after I cheated on you. I spent the entire summer trying to convince myself that I was never good enough for you. That I will never be good enough for you. Cara if you can hear me right now, I want you to know that I never stopped loving you. All those times I bothered you in class were to talk to you, to hear your voice. I think I love you."

I wanted to speak out, but my muscles were still incapable of moving. I felt Hayes's hand grab mine, and I tried to move, but my hands didn't want to.

Then I heard Hayes gasp, and I felt a tingle in my fingers. They moved. I tried to open my eyes, it was working, but the eyelids seemed so heavy right now.

When they finally opened, I was blinded by the bright white hospital light above me. Hayes was now smiling like a crazy idiot.

"Hi," I croaked out. My throat was dry, it was really hard to speak.

"Hi, do you want water?" he asked and I nodded.

He left and I noticed my surrounding. It was your typical hospital room; white walls, white floor, white ceiling, useless tv channels. Same old.

I wonder where Cam is. I'm actually scared; what if he was put in jail? I didn't die, so he can't be.

Hayes walked in with my cup of water, and gave it to me. My fingers fiddled with the cup, until they finally raised the cup to my lips. I swallowed almost the entire cup before giving it to Hayes.

"Thank you," I thanked, and smiled.

"It was nothing," he said sitting down in the chair next to me.

The doctor entered a few minutes later. He had his clipboard in his hand, and before talking he was writing something.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Dallas?" he asked.

"I'm okay," I replied, and gave a small smile.

"Good. My name is Dr. Martin, I think you might want to know what happened to you," he stopped to breathe and then continued, "you suffered a severe concussion on your head, that caused you to faint immediately. It wasn't that serious, but you were still requested to stay the night."

"Now I believe you'll like to know what happened to your brother?" he asked, and I nodded. "Your brother is currently in a room inside our mental institute, where he is going to be examined to see his condition."

"Does that mean that I can't see him?" I questioned and fixed the position I was sitting at.

"As for now, you are to be away from him until we've concluded what he needs help with," he informed me, and then got out.

"At least he's getting help, Cara," Hayes said, and grabbed my hand.

"I guess."

Hayes got up, and leaned in. I couldn't do much since I had wires around me. He pulled my chin up, and our lips touched. It was a gentle kiss, sweet, and smooth. I kissed back on our short kiss, and then he pulled away.

"Cara?" he said, and I looked into his eyes, "that was the best kiss I've had in a long time."

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I tried to make it intense, and I don't think it worked. Thank you for reading!

Love,

~ xStayWeirdx