Only Half Expected

Chapter Three

When we arrive at Dairy Queen, Josh is already there, sitting in a booth. Waiting.

"There you guys are," he said when he say us.

His crystal blue eyes shone brightly as he stared upon us. His shaggy blonde hair fell slightly to the side as he walked.

"Yep. Here we are," I said, rather awkwardly.

"Yeah..." he said.

"So, let's eat?" Hayes asks.

"Sure," Josh nodded, and they ordered their food.

I got a simple cheeseburger and fries.

On the walk back

"Do you think Josh knows I'm not interested in him?" I asked Hayes.

"I think so," he nodded.

We made simple small talk on the walk back, him hugging me at my doorstep before I walked in, watching him walk away through my bedroom window.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

I wake up to a rather odd thumping noise on my bed, the springs squeaking.

I open my eyes and see the guy my parents love from school that bullies me, bouncing on my bed, a metal baseball bat in hand.

I shielded myself.

"Prepared, I see?" He asks.

"What do you want, Kyle?" I hissed.

"Just to smack you a few times with a baseball bat," he states simply.

The next thing I know, both sides of my head are bleeding pain, and warm liquid runs down my face.

The last thing I remember is that and the fact that my parents are gone all weekend, and so is Liam.

"Kris? Kris, wake up."

I hear a familiar voice, but I just groan in response.

I'm aching all over, and it only takes a moment to remember the cause.

I try to open my eyes, but my left won't open, and my right only halfway.

"Oh my god," Hayes exclaims. "What happened.

My throat aches.

It only takes a moment to think of all the places that hurt, so I would know where I got hit.

My head, obviously. My eyes, noise, mouth and throat, my sides, my legs, and my back.

"My.... "I trailed off with a groan.

"Who did this to you?" he whispered.

"Uh...ow..." It hurts too bad to speak.

"What?" he says. "Oh, never mind. We can speak later. Right now, I have to get you to the hospital."

He grabs the bag I took the day before and sticks a few articles of clothing in it, grabs a few hair elastics, my hair and tooth brushes and toothpaste.

He picks up my phone and my charger and sticks them in, too.

I guess the bag was bigger than I believed it to be.

He lifts me up bridal style and carries me downstairs.

"My brother Nash can drive us," he explains. "I'll text him now."

Soon, we hear banging on the door, and it makes me groan because it hurts to hear that.

Before we can let the person in, the door swings open, revealing a male figure that shows a lot of similarities with Hayes' features.