Naughty and Nice

Chapter 20

(Play Concrete Angel by Martina McBride while reading. I was listening to the song and I want all of you to listen.)

Annabelle's pov

I know Hayden is happy about them being in jail. She thinks they won't come back. I on the other hand am not so sure. We are in the hospital. It feels déjà vu. I look at Hayden who's sound asleep. What.... WHERES SUGARPLUM?! I sit up fast like but the blue eyed boy pushes me down.

"You need to say put." He kisses my forehead. "Ride safe Cowgirl." I gasp. I go back. Someone running into me, going to a house, Hayes, oh my. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. He was shocked at first but then kiss me back.

"Hayes! I love you!" I said.

"You remember?" He says happily. I nod and hug him. He wraps his arms around my waist and I snuggle into him.

"What the hell are you doing with my sister?" Hayden says. Hayes jumps away, scared of my sister. I chuckle.

"Hayden, he's my boyfriend. Duh."

"That's not a lie he's feeding you?"

"No I remembered. Sam.... SAM!" I turn towards Hayes, "Where's Sam?"

"In the waiting room. You have to be relative to get in here."

"How did you get in here?" He chuckles and scratch the back of his neck.

"I'm going to get Sam." I chuckle. He stands and leaves.

"Who's Sam? Is that Pinkie? I have to say thanks to him."

"Yeah Pinkie whatever." Sam walks in and walks over to me.

"What's going on, Annabelle?"

"You'll see." I whispered in his ear.

"I don't know how this is going to change anything but I'll try."

"Hayden you can trust him." She gives me a hesitated look.

"He brung you home from the strip club and said something to you and kiss your forehead. I remember."

"I told you not to tell anyone about that!" She hisses.

"They already now. Now, Sam, do it." He leans down and kisses her forehead.

'Stay strong Princess.' He whispers. Hayden just stops. She looks up at Sam and pulls him down to her. She kisses him.

"I've missed you Sammy." Yes! Hayes walks over to me. He kisses me. The Jacks walk in. I jump and run to them.

"Jacky, Jack. Thank you so much."

"You remembered?" I nod.

"Thank them for what?"

"Nothing. It's not important." I hop over to Hayden and push Sam away and hop in bed with her. When I say hop I mean wobble cause the cast. This has got to heal soon. My work got to be mad. I sigh. Hayden looks at me.

"What's wrong, An?"

"Work." She nods and looks at herself. I was always smaller than her. Always. I'm still smaller than her. Two Inches shorter and most likely skinnier. Speaking of weigh, I haven't check mine in a while. I can't cause the cast is too big. Everyone leaves to leave us alone. Hayden falls asleep. A nurse walks in.

"Um excuse me, do you know my weight?"

"Oh yes, it's 71.5 pounds." I thank her and she leaves. I was happy. 1.5 pounds to meet my ideal weight. I've never been above 99 pounds. I get slowly out of Hayden's bed and wobble over to the window. There's a chair there so I sit in it. I look up at the stars. I pulled up my good leg and just stared at them. It's really beautiful. I just wish I was. I have low self-esteem. You're probably wondering how. It's always been that way. My sister says I'm the perfect one. It's a lie. She doesn't know that. I have scars. Not from anyone. I made them. No one sees them. I cover them too well with stuff. You can try to find them but you can't. Makeup and bracelets my friends. They are there every time someone called me a name. Well before we left. It's been so many times. I've always believed that they are true. I've check to make sure Hayden doesn't. I've checked everywhere. I'm glad she doesn't. I used to think that our parents' death was my fault. I've won and lost so many battles with myself. I guess it's just me. I pull up my sleeve and moved the bracelets and wipe away some make-up. There they are. No one can see them. I cover them back up and take a look outside.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I whisper and cry a little. I got up and walked over to my bed and laid down. I'm so weak. My sister is so strong and I'm the weakling she has to care for. That I have to tag along. I fall asleep knowing that I'm a burden.