Love by the Bullet

Deal

Sorry for the late update. I was at the beach for two weeks. So anyways here ya gooo!!!^_^

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Hayden's P.O.V.

I woke up early that morning cuddled up to a sleeping Carl. My head lays on his chest, his arm is securely wrapped around my body, and our legs are tangled together under the thin sheets.

I begin to think about the events from last night and I instantly want to slap myself in the face. I can't believe I told him my story. He probably thinks I trust him now and that I might possibly stay here at this prison. My "brick wall" is crumbling at my feet and I need to do everything possible to build it back up again and if that means leaving, then that's what I have to do.

"Carl, Carl wake up," I lightly shake him. He slowly opens his eyes and looks around before he puts his gaze on me.

"Hey," he says, his low raspy morning voice greets me. "Sleep well?"

"Mhm, yeah. You?" I avoid eye contact with him.

"Great," he smiles. But his cute smile turns into a sly smirk within a second when he says, "So...you still haven't answered my question."

"What question?" I ask.

"Who did it better? Me or Dylan?" He tilts his head to the side.

Of course I thought Carl did it better! But I'd never ever say that to him. I don't need to grow close to him. If anything I need to grow apart from him. As far apart as I possibly can. I just really need to leave this place soon.

I move his arm from around my waist and place it by his side and then I untangle our legs and sit up on my elbows. "I don't know," I bluntly say as I scoot away from him. But it was hard because these prison beds were really small and I was hanging off of the edge. I'm really trying to avoid eye contact, but his beautiful blue orbs are just so captivating that I have to turn my head completely so I'm not tempted to get lost in them.

"You know I did it better," he whispers. But even though I'm not looking at him, I can just hear the smirk in his voice, hot on my ear.

This is really making me mad. I'm trying so hard to push people away and to isolate myself from love and feelings. But this one boy is pulling me in like a magnet. I've tried to be nice with him but I'm just done because my main priority is to live. It's to keep my promise and to survive. I need to push Carl away and be assertive to prove my point that I can't fall for him or anyone else. I really don't want to be mean to him but I guess that's what I'll have to do to push him away.

Carl reaches a hand up and moves a piece of hair out of my eyes, which only made me even more mad. "Stop touching me!" I push his hand away. "Please! Ugh!" I stand up from the bed but I'm so weak and nauseous. I take only a few steps before I collapse and fall to the ground. "Ah! Ow!" I suck in a sharp breath in pain.

"Here let me help you," he reaches down to me but I push him away...again.

"No! Stop! I said don't touch me! I can do it myself!" I sternly say while giving him a death glare. I really didn't want to have to be this mean. But you gotta do what you gotta do. I slowly stand to my wobbly feet, keeping my glare the whole time. I brush off the dirt from my jeans and clutch my aching wound. I begin to leave the room when I turn around and say, "Oh and by the way, Dylan did it better." I whip my head around and walk out, leaving Carl alone.

As I exit the room I see Rick standing by a table holding a sleeping Judith. He doesn't seem to notice me enter the room so I just stand there and watch him hold her.