Finally- Hayes Grier

chapter 36

*Caitlyn's p.o.v*

I scream with Mahogany and we hold each other's hands.

The whole room was turned into a jungle with blood stains marking every wall.

The blood marks read "You two don't f***ing deserve to be in Magcon!" "B*tches!" "Sluts" "get out or we'll kill you." And laying in the middle of the room, there was a picture of me and Mahogany with blood stains on our foreheads, making it look like we got shot, and writing that said "ugly".

We instantly made a run for it, holding each other's hands, tightly.

As soon as we shut the door, we both leaned against the wall and started crying. We hugged each other and she patted my back.

We sat there for about 30 seconds crying.

Mahogany suddenly got up, helped me up, and said, "We have to tell the others."

Mahogany and I rushed downstairs to the V.I.P room where everyone was hanging out.

Nash, Cam, and Hayes instantly stood up and ran to us when they saw us both sobbing.

Hayes grabbed my arms and started saying, "What happened. Are you hurt? What's going on tell me now."

"Hayes calm down, you're making it worse," Nash said, calmly.

I couldn't talk because I was so shocked.

Everyone was surrounding us now.

Hayes hugged be before we said anything and Jacob hugged Mahogany. I knew they weren't dating, but they were bestfriends.

When we let go of the hug, Nash demanded for us to tell them what happened.

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't manage anything out of it.

Mahogany had to try really hard too, so Nash took us to sit down, with everyone following. I didn't like the attention. Not right now. I couldn't trust anyone. I was scared. I needed Hayes' comfort.

"Breathe you two. Slow down. Breathe slowly. Calm," Nash said.

We both took big breathes and calmed down.

Mahogany started out by saying, "So we went to our r-... rooms and...th- there was a n- note that said so- something sweet, b- but when we opened th- the door-..."

"Mahogany breathe. Calm down. We've got you," Jacob rubbed her hand.

I tried talking because I was a little more calm now.

"When we got into our rooms.....the whole place was trashed and there was broken glass, bloodstains on the walls that wrote bad stuff, the beds were flipped over, and in the middle of the room, there was a picture of me and Mahogany and on our foreheads, blood was dripping down and-" I couldn't stop.

Vanessa gasped and quickly ran to hug me. Her hug was comforting and I cried into her shoulder.

Nash got up and he looked mad. Hayes was looking down at the floor. I couldn't see his face. He wouldn't look up.

"I'll be right back," he whispered.

I saddened with his lack of presence, but continued hugging Vanessa anyway and Sam was hugging Mahogany.

Nash and Cam decided to go investigate the room and everyone stayed put in the V.I.P room.

*Hayes' p.o.v*

I barged into her room without knocking, knowing that the door wasn't locked.

"I told you not to hurt her!" I yelled.

She was sitting on her bed, watching tv.

"What are you talking about," she smiled.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You promised you wouldn't get involved in her life!" I was going out of control.

"Calm down, geez. I didn't physically hurt her," she giggled, "....yet."

She disgusted me.

Anger overpowered my body and I stepped closer and closer to her while she scooted herself deeper into the bed.

As soon as I was right in front of her, she giggled.

"If you ever hurt her in any way, I will ruin your life. If it means getting me in juvy, or even getting me kicked out of Magcon. I will do whatever it takes. Don't even think about going at least 10 yards close to her. She is more special than you will ever be. She deserves a peaceful life. If I were you, I would stop talking to her," I glared into her eyes.

She wasn't giggling anymore. Or smiling.

She got up from the bed and said, "She already has the wrong perspective of me. She would never guess I'm the one to do any of the stuff I'm doing to her."

My jaws clenched and so did my fists and I mumbled, "I'm not going to let you do anything to her anymore."

I started heading out the door.

"You know what happens when you tell everyone about the real me, right," she called.

I ignored her and went out the door. I slammed it shut and whispered, "I hate you, Brea Smith."