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

Chapter Fourty: Too Deep

Hayley's P.O.V.

It feels like it's been forever, but the voices are still screaming. I'm exhausted at this point, and I'm surprised I haven't passed out yet, honestly. This pain is a lot to handle for anyone, even if it's only one voice. I'll try one more time to get out of this, and if I fail, I will accept the fact that this pain is slowly eating me alive.

I stand on my knees and look at out of back, tinted window with my tear stained face and glassy eyes. The view kills me though, as no Taylor has come to rescue me. I can't believe that in the time I need him most, he ignored it and didn't show a single sign of caring in any way. I tried calling him and I failed miserably.

Soon after I look out that back window, the voices all of a sudden stop, and I'm left sobbing in the van alone. "Wasn't it great?" Angela asks me excitedly opening the door.

"Let me out," I demand her shaking furiously and moving toward the door.

"Why would I do that?" She asks in a sarcastic way.

"You can't kill me. You're to scared to kill me. Death has a...special place in your heart, remember? Your parents being killed, however that went down?" I ask moving toward her. I watch as she lifts her hand and brings it hard against my cheek. The pain is nothing to me though, considering what I have just experienced. "Do you really want to kill me right here in the light of day? It's not the smartest idea you've had,"

"I'll find you tonight then, and it'll be the end. It has to be on this hill," she explains. "Now leave before I run you over,"

"I don't have my car!" I yell at her knowing it's her fault. It's also her fault that my mind is so whacked right now, and I'm not thinking straight.

"If I take you to your car, you kill yourself. I won't even be there, I'll be watching from a while away, and you will jump of the small cliff over on the side of the top part of the hill," Angela tells me shutting the back door in my face, not waiting for a response.

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Once I'm home, the door opens by itself, revealing Taylor on the other side in tears. My tired and tear stained face doesn't look him in the eyes though. "If I went she would've killed you, I'm so so sorry," he tells me trying to bring me into a hug. I push him away though, and head straight for the kitchen, searching for any source of alcohol. It's unlike me, and I'm quite aware of that, but I need to forget everything for a while.

I find an old bottle of vodka in the back of a cabinet somewhere, for whatever reason it's been there, and open it. "Hayley stop, what are you doing?" Taylor asks me as I whiff the powerful substance. "This isn't like you," he says.

"Yeah, well shit went down today," I explain downing a little bit of the disgusting liquid straight from the bottle.

"It isn't like you to talk like that either," he says ripping the bottle from my hands.

"Give it back to me! It's doing a lot more for me than you after today!" I tell him grabbing it back and drinking a little more.

"You're going to wake up Lacey, first of all, and damn it Hayley it was either that or you would've gotten killed," Taylor replies frustrated.

"Well she tricked you, didn't she? It was my death no matter what happened on that hill, you just can't see it. I'm too deep now, Taylor, and there's no way I can survive this one," I explain as he grabs my drink back and pours it down the sink. "What the hell was that!" I yell at him getting closer to him.

"She's going to try to kill you soon?" he asks me in a quietly concerned voice.

"Finally you're catching on. Now don't leave our daughter and don't do anything stupid. Love her for me and never let her forget I do love her," I explain walking from him. I feel Taylor grab my wrist though, and pull me into his arms. It takes me a moment to realize that he meant to save me, and I slowly wrap my arms around him, relaxing my once tense muscles.

"I won't let her take you," Taylor tells me into my hair. "I love you too much,"

"I've already accepted it, T. It's over," I respond quietly.

"No," he says with a cracking voice, shattering my heart into a million tiny pieces. I pull away and take Taylor's hand, leading him to the couch. We are both sitting down, our faces close and tears falling.

"I truly love you, Taylor, but I have to go," I tell him softly, crying a little more now.

"Hayley- is this a murder...or is this a suicide?" he asks looking into my eyes terrified waiting for an answer. Thing is, I don't know the answer to that.

Okay, change of plans, this ISN'T the last last chapter, there will be one or two more. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry. Oh and I'm sorry.

I know it's short, but the shorter the chapter the faster I update,right?!

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