Save me

Chapter eleven

A/N: The dress is Hailey's outfit.

Hailey's POV:

I look at my reflection in the mirror as I am trying to find the perfect outfit for the night. I grab a red dress from Mia's closet and put it on. I scrutinise the tightly wrapped cloth around my waist and breast. My hair hung in loose curls above my waist and the dress is just about the right length maybe a little shorter than I am okay with but it doesn't matter as I know Mia will not let me wear anything any longer than that.

All of a sudden, there he is, the man who was dead just about a week ago, standing right beside me. His disgusting hands make their way around my waist and his lips attach to my neck.

"Leave me alone" I whine and he laughs as my attempts to escape his grasp seem pitiful.
He is holding me even tighter now and I can barely breathe. My heart is about to explode and I can't take this any longer.

"Please leave me alone!" I say but he doesn't listen which makes any of my attempts to escape futile. He just takes control of my body regardless of my dissaproval. I never gave him access to my body yet his dirty hands are still on me and I seem to just get even more fed up with him and his disrespectful behaviour towards me.

"I said, leave me alone!!!!" I yell and punch the man in the face as hard as I can and the sound of something shattering wakes me up from my daydream.
"Hailey?! Are you okay?" Mia comes in the room wearing her dress and her hair in a messy bun. She has her head tilted as she is fixing her earing with her hands but once her eyes land on me she gasps, her jaw dropping.
I slowly look at my fist and it's all covered in blood and small pieces of glass. The mirror that I was looking at was now a million pieces. I looked around the room for Rich, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was never there.

After trying to convince Mia that I am fine and that I was just trying to kill a bug which was on the mirror and I decided there was no better way to do that than punching the mirror, we got ready for our date.
I am fine, aren't I? It was just a stupid daydream after all. I am not crazy.

We walk inside the club where we are supposed to meet the boys.
There's many teens our age in the club dancing. The music is extremely loud and I am starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

"Brad!"Mia says as she spots Brad and another guy at the bar. Brad has blond hair and brown eyes and the guy next to him who I presume is Mason, has pitch black hair and light blue eyes. He is wearing a jean and a dark red t shirt. He is better looking than I expected. After all, he is Brad's friend.

When we reach them, Brad takes Mia into his embrace and gives her a quick peck on the lips. Once the two of them are separated, they turn to me.

"Hailey, this is Mason" Brad says and Mason gives me a smile which I quickly return.
"So, I am going to dance." Mia says after downing Brad's drink and he smirks right after she winked at him.
"Coming babe?" Mia asks Brad and he nods.
"Coming in a sec" he said and Mia slowly disappeared into the crowd of dancing bodies.
"Hailey, go wild" Brad winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
"And Mason, if you need any condoms, you know where to find me" he said cheekily and Mason chuckled softly causing me to blush.

"Anyway, have fun you two" he managed to say before Mia came and dragged him to the dance floor.
"Would you like to dance?" Mason asked akwardly.
"Nah, I think I will sit at the bar." I said and grabbed a stool from the bar.
Mason copied my moves and sat next to me.
"You are not in the best mood are you?" Mason asked and I nodded.
"Uh, I've been better. Let's say this week hasn't really been a normal one for me." I said and he smiled softly.

"Yeah, I can say the same thing about me." He took a sip of the beer that he had just ordered.
"What about yours?" He asked and I tried to think about my options. I couldn't really tell him now, could I?
"Eh, family drama" I lied and he nodded in understanding.
"Yeah me too." He replied and I immediately felt guilty for lying to him.
"My dad, he uh... passed away." he said in a low voice and I felt my heart drop to my stomach.
"Oh, I am so sorry for your loss." I said akwardly and he chuckled softly.
"Thanks" he said and took another sip from his beer not making eye contact with me.