Cold Love // Hayes Grier

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Cara.

"Cam, you don't have to do this," I said trying to calm him down, though I was already aware that it wasn't going to work.

"Why not?" He inquired as he stood up and started to walk around the room. I felt the gun touch my neck as Cameron whispered. "Thanks to you, I was put into a mental asylum."

"Cameron, please, you don't have to do th-."

Even though I wasn't looking, I knew that sound. The sound of a gun cocking and firing. My head snapped back to see Cameron cackling, and Nash grunting in pain while grabbing his shoulder.

"Cameron why are you doing this?" I asked grabbing his shoulder.

He quickly snatched my hand away, just to grab it again. He pulled me to the nearest wall, pushing my back against it. I couldn't breathe as his other hand squeezed my neck; I can't belive this is happening.

"Cameron stop!" Hayes shouted.

He finally let go off my grip, and my back slid down the wall. Though I know circumstances are not close to funny, hearing Hayes whimper was laughable. His back hit the wall next to mine, and Cameron started to gently struck him with the gun.

Everything was falling apart. Nash was laying on the ground bledding his arm off, Cameron has gone mad once again, and Hayes was probably going to have a panic attack any second now.

"What did you say little Hayes?" Cameron questioned.

"Uh, n-nothing, nothing," Hayes stuttered, looking down to the floor.

"That's what I thought," he replied walking away from him and approaching me.

"So are you holding us captive or what?" I asked pushing myself off the floor.

"Not today," he said and I stared at him confused. "Today was just a warning, I'm coming back, and next time it won't a shot on the shoulder."

"What?"

"You'll see what I mean."

And with that he walked away. I was so confused, what did he mean, and when is he coming back?

I looked over to the right to find Hayes staring to something in front of him. I knew it was shock, because there was certainly nothing in front of him. I approached him, and started to call out his name.

"Hayes, Hayes, Hayes," I called out waving my arms.

I snapped my fingers on his face, and only got a blink. Clapped my hands ones, twice, three times and still not even a little flinch.

Maybe you should try to kiss him.

What-no. I rather keep snapping my fingers until they bleed.

You know you want to...

Shut up, kissing Hayes would only give him false hope of something that might not happen.

Or maybe it's going give you hope.

So I went for it. I do have to admit it felt nice, Hayes' lips were soft. The fact that he hasn't kissed back can mean- a. he's just not kissing back, or, b. he's still in shock-. I would have said the not kissing back one, until I felt his lips moving with mine.

I pulled away, to see Hayes staring at something behind me. I turned my head back, then immediately took my phone out of my pocket.

I dialed the three famous numbers, and lifted the phone to my ear. I waited for ten seconds, and I was already getting impatient since Nash could die any minute now.