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

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Voices

Hayley's P.O.V.

"I have a little audio clip you might want to hear," Angela tells me as she parks the car toward the bottom of the hill. "Or, well, I'd like you to hear. I made it myself," she says with a suspicious smile. Whatever it is, I'm honestly terrified to hear it as I lean against the side of the van. She clicks a button and walks out of the van, shutting the door behind her, and locking everything so I can't get out.

Now I'm getting a bit panicked, and start trying to open all of the doors and windows, completely failing at it. I'm stuck in here, and it's official now. Depending on how long she'll keep me in here, I could starve, or be tortured with whatever 'audio' I'm about to be introduced to. Nothing is in this van that I could use for an escape or anything. Just a car seat and a big, dark, and empty back.

After a moment of trying to comprehend what is happening, an abnormally loud scream comes from the radio speakers, sounding just like Erica. That is Erica's scream though, and that's what scares me. Is this from when she was being tortured by Angela? The noise scares me to no end, and I cover my eyes with my hands as I kneel on the dirty floor of the van. Erica's voice brings tears to my eyes, as I know it's my fault my little sister is dead.

After what feels like forever, the voice gets louder and louder, and another voice is added to it; Lacey's voice. A small, little child I hardly knew, as I once watched die next to my hopeless limbs. Her voice and Erica's combined makes me start to sob, still holding my ears. "Stop it! Turn it off! Turn it off!" I scream to the empty walls. Nothing happens though, and so with my shaking hands, I reach to the radio and start clicking all of the buttons I can, but with no result. The screams get louder as I sob for a million reasons, and another voice is added.

This voice gives me a lot of confusing emotions, with guilt and hopelessness being the main ones. This voice is the reason I'm here, as it belongs to Chad Gilbert. At this point, I'm banging on the doors and the few windows as much as possible, screaming my head off with the same words over and over again. They are becoming more and more difficult to say though, because now I'm starting to shut down.

"Stop! Stop it! Let me out!" I yell banging on the back, tinted windows. I'm loosing my fight at this point, but the voices keep coming. The next is Mom, and even though we aren't getting along at the moment, she is my mom and I love her, so hearing those screams kill me. What did they do to her that she hasn't told me? How did they get that scream?

I stand as much as I can, my back bent over, and I start kicking all of the van walls, banging on the windows and begging Angela to let me out. I just can't handle listening to everyone I love screaming their heads off! My body is shaking so hard at this point I can hardly keep track of where it's headed. I'm crying so hard I can barely even breathe, and I'm just holding my stomach and trying to figure out how to get out of this without becoming a mental patient.

The screams keep adding up, one by one, all giving my head it's own heartbeat. We come across one scream that scares me more than all of the other screams though, as it is the voice of my daughter. How did she get her voice? How could she have the unique cry of my two week old child? "No! Lacey, no! Not Lacey!" is all I can get out. My precious Lacey Winter I was scared of at first. The girl who's made me smile more than I have in a long time, despite my fears.

I slide back down to the floor and bury my face in my knees just to realize something more useful than I can ever hope for. My phone is laying in the corner of the van, so I use all of my strength to pick myself back up and peck out of the dark window to see my little piece of luck. The mastermind behind my little pieces of death has her back turned while on the phone, looking angered. I sob my way to the phone and it takes me three tries to hold the button down, but I turn it on and go to my contacts, clicking the first name.

"Taylor?" I cry into the phone with a cracking voice. "T?" He asks something sounding panicked as my hand shakes so hard I can't hold it to my ear very well. I wouldn't have been able to make out his words anyway, it's too loud here. "Help me, please get me out!" I yell into the phone. Yet another scream starts though, and this time it's Taylor's. He is crying my name, actually. It was probably taken from when I thought he was dead, and he was being tortured with videos of me.

This sound of him screaming my name seeming to be in such brutal pain brings a whole new type of tears to my eyes. "I'm at the hill, Taylor!" I yell loudly into the phone trying not to run out of breath. "Our hill!" It is. It's our hill. We've only spend eight or nine occasions up on this hill, but it's been beautiful every time, and each time I fall in love with Taylor over again. After I yell those words though, he hangs up on me. Taylor York hung up on me in a time of serious need. Did he hear me and is coming to get me? Or does he just not love me anymore?

The though of him not loving me anymore stabs me in the heart. I don't need the action, the words already kill. What if he falls out of love with me? What if he gets sick if the constant drama and darkness I've pulled him into? My body has fallen over on the dirty floor now, and I'm curled up into a tight ball as I hold my ears and sob into my shoulder length, orange hair. I want my Taylor to hold me, I want Lacey Winter to be okay, I want everyone I love to be okay, and I want to be done with this.

There, I've said it now. I want to be done. I am done. I'm so done it physically hurts. I want all of this to go away, and to never come back. I want Jeremy and Kat to raise Bliss with all smiles, and none of my burdens weighing them down. I want my new daughter to have a mother, because I know I can't let her be raised with half of the love she deserves, even though I know Taylor would love her to no end. Taylor. I want Taylor. I want to be in his arms, and I want him to save me.

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