"Oh, this is Andrew." ... "I've been so worried." ... "Hayley, I love you." ... "Brendon?" ... "Shane, they both love me." ... "Hayley, will you marry me?"
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___- she's falling from grace, she's all over the place. -___
No. 2 in #rylandadams
No...
The engagement went public a week after it happened. It's been been two months since I proposed, and we've already began to plan our wedding.
Hayley told me from The beginning that at the wedding, she wants everyone to wear tennis shoes instead of heels or dress shoes. I thought it was great idea and it would be a cute memory.
We haven't done much more than pick a place and the kind of flowers we want, along with who's going. But, we have plenty of time to plan.
Tonight, Hayley planned to go out to a party with some of her friends. I told her I would be at home cleaning up. Hayley left to walk to the party in jeans and a t-shirt, so I assumed it was nothing fancy.
She left the house at 10, and texted me a few times. When she didn't text again between 1 and 3 in the morning, I got worried. I was washing some dishes at nearly 4 a.m. when I heard the door close.
"Hi Hayley," I called to her. "How was the party?"
I dried my hands off and peeked around the corner. Hayley dropped to her knees on the floor and started crying heavily. Andrew walked in closely behind her. I rushed to her and knelt next to her, holding her in my arms.
"Oh my god, Hayley, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked her as I pulled her into my lap and cradled her. I held Hayley close to me and waited for her to calm down, which took nearly 15 minutes.
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"Brendon....." Hayley cried. "On my way home......" She kept sobbing. What happened to her?
"Andrew?" I looked to Andrew, who stood by the door, glossy eyed.
He looked down at me, and I was still holding Hayley. He gave me a worried and disappointed look. "It's my fault, Brendon. I didn't get there quick enough. Brendon, I'm so sorry...."
"One of you, please.... Tell me what happened." I looked frantically between Hayley's eyes, searching for an answer- probably one I didn't want to hear.
"Brendon, I was walking from the party to Andrew's car because I got drunk and needed a ride home. But this guy from the party, he stopped me and he....." Hayley was still crying and I was feeling tears of my own building in my eyes. I knew what she was about to say.
"Brendon.... he raped Hayley."
> 15 minutes before >
Hayley's POV
I texted Andrew and told him I would be to the car in a minute. I stood against the wall of the house to recollect myself, when this guy walked up to me. "Hey, you're a pretty girl. Too pretty for this shit show of a place."
"Thanks, but I'm engaged to someone else."
"That's okay. What he doesn't know won't hurt him." The guy grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. He attacked my neck with kisses, but I tried to fight against him.
"Get off me!" I shoved him, making him drop his beer bottle.
"You made me drop my drink. You bitch! Now you're gonna get it!" He turned me around and slammed me against the wall face first. He ripped my pants down to my ankles and he raped me. I kept yelling at him to stop but he covered my mouth with his hand.
As he pulled his pants back up and I pulled up mine, I heard someone yell, "Hey! What the fuck?"
Andrew. At this point, I was already crying my eyes out. "Andrew, I didn't want to! This isn't-"
"You dick!!" Andrew threw the guy on the ground and beat the shot our of him. "Hayley, go! Get in the car!"
I ran to the car and sat there, not crying, not feeling sad or angry, not feeling anything. Just numbness.
I'm paralyzed. Where are my feelings? I no longer feel things I know I should. I'm paralyzed. Where is the real me? I'm lost and it kills me inside. I'm paralyzed.
Andrew got back in the car and ranted angrily the whole way back to Brendon's house. I heard his voice, but didn't hear what he said. I just felt empty. Like after everything I've lost, I only had a small piece myself left, but it was just stolen from me.
When I had my legs, my happiness, my best friends, my life in Colorado spent mostly with Morgan, my old life. It was long gone before tonight. But now, with Andrew as my friend, Brendon as my fiance, a whole new life ahead of me, it seemed as if it was all just stolen from me.
I was long gone. And I don't think I could come back from this.
