Chapter 8

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  • Dedicated to Hayes Grier aka. the best
                                    

Hayes stood there as if he had just received news that he had gotten Leukemia. "HAYES SPEAK TO ME PLEASE!" I sounded like a dying girl just asking for answers.. well that was technically half true... I gave him a look and he finally settled down. He sat on the bed mumbling to himself. I could hardly make out the words-" my stupid past is haunting me.." did he say haunting or taunting? You know what? At this point it doesn't matter.. My AD-HD and anxiety was starting to take over me. I needed answers and I needed them now. Hayes looked up with a wet face and looked disappointed in himself.

He pulled out a small brown bag out of his backpack and slowly opened it  up. It had something in it that i didnt want to believe was true. His tears poured down harder now and i was pleading for answers. Drugs... They couldnt have been drugs.. My mind quivered and i fell onto my back. He explained that in his past before vine and before he met me, he had a drug problem. The man who called me was upset because Hayes would pay him good money for drugs and now that Hayes had met me- he has found a better sense of mind.

I didnt know what to think. Was i proud of myself that I changed a boy's life? Or was i upset that i wasnt informed about his important past?

I turned to him and let the words pour out of my mouth like a waterfall.. i was about to have a girl moment and rave on and on about how i feel when suddenly i heard a knock on the door...

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