Chapter 16

'Who is it?' I continued to lie on the grass, carefully examining the stranger.

'Oh, my name is Carter, miss,' the young man introduced himself, holding out his hand to me.

'How long was I unconscious?' Ignoring the guy, I got up, remaining in a sitting position.

'Fifteen minutes,' Carter replied, glancing at his wristwatch.

'God, I don't want to see you!' Jerking up on the ground, I pushed the blond-haired guy and hurried into the house.

Just one look at this person brings back the memory of the person I don't even want to know.

'Pay no attention, boy,' I heard the voice of Mike, who at the same time patted the stranger's back in a friendly way. Without knowing the reason for the appearance of this blond named Carter, I ran into the house, slamming the door loudly. All that pain came out again. You know, it's like tugging at dried blood on a wound. Fresh blood will immediately appear as soon as you rip off the old one. How much sense in our, as we thought, stupid and simple actions. As soon as a short time passes and something reminds you of this, the pain will again make itself felt. And will cover you again. Memories will always be with a person. No matter how much you want to forget them, they won't be forgotten.

POV Author

The girl ran into her room, falling helplessly onto the bed. Childhood flashed through her mind again. How she wanted to forget herself, even for a moment, to feel happy. She thought she really deserved a little rest from her pain. But it seems like her fate has not yet played enough with the poor girl. Hayley buried her nose in the pillow, and a heavy, muffled cry of desperation, which had been hiding inside for so long, burst out of her chest. No, she could not just let someone see her tears and the intense pain that she carries like a heavy stone on her soul. It would make her look weak in front of everyone. A guy with blond hair was standing under her window in the garden. Leaning back against a strong tree trunk, he saw the weakness of a brown-haired woman with a slight red tint of hair. Her screams and cries came from the second floor, showing all the pain and all the suffering of a teenager. It seemed that the girl was still too young to experience all the trials of a difficult life. But her life began with a black streak. Life is like piano keys. Each key, no matter what, white or black, plays a certain role in our lives. Maybe fate wants to make a warrior out of a teenager? See if she can pass all the tests? Will she be able to claim her prize at the finish line later? Your happiness? The guy was still standing near the tree and watching his property. Watched his property slowly break down before his eyes. She is definitely a strong girl and he likes to hurt her. And this is a disgrace, really. The door opened and a boy entered the room. The blond clenched his jaw tightly, trying to control himself, because he did not like this guy named Josh at all. With each touch Josh touched his girl, he thought, he clenched his fists more and more.

Yes, Hailey is his girl.

Ever since childhood, as a little boy, he was a creepy owner. If this thing belongs to him, then be sure that no one will ever dare to take it from him. As a teenager, he took things from others, made them his own. And right now, the guy was holding back, because he did not like it when they touched what was his. Of course, he could just now break away, kill all her friends - guys that he really doesn't like and take her with him. Do you think these days, she really was free? Naive. She is a bird with a red band on her leg.

All this time he was here with his gang, he watched her, because he was interested in knowing what her life was like? This is his game and as long as he wants to play it, it won't end. Josh pressed his lips against Hale's soft lips and slipped his hands under her outerwear. The brown-haired woman did not mind and answered the kiss. James snorted under his breath and headed towards their house.

'Hey, brother,' a man's hand landed on the blond's shoulder and squeezed him, stopping him. 'Do you want to spoil this sweet moment for them?'

'I'll ruin her life, Dean!'

'Yes, bro. Well, you've changed since then. I just don’t recognize you,' The tall curly guy patted the blond on the shoulder and let him go, letting him know that the choice was his.

'Don't you dare think about it,' the blue-eyed man's voice turned into an animal growl, James shoved his friend aside and went to the rest of the guys.

He listened to his best friend, whom he had known since childhood, and decided to leave his baby with Josh, whom he could not stand.

'Your sore subject is your past. And she's the same as you. You are identical.' The guy whispered his thoughts aloud, watching as James stepped back and now headed towards the guys, towards his Darkness gang.

Curly knew perfectly well that these two were somehow connected and their story was just beginning. A love story is possible. Or maybe everything will be completely different? Who knows who knows.

POV Hailey

His lips were my medicine. The tears passed and the soft sobs disappeared with them. Josh gently ran through my hair, twirling the wavy curl around his finger. He pulled my hair slightly to the side and I tilted my neck behind his hand, as the guy wanted it. A wet path of kisses ran along my neck, and I closed my eyes, enjoying his touch. The atmosphere became more intimate and heated. Hot palms climbed under my jacket, stroking my back, slowly sinking to my hips.

'I'll ruin her life, Dean!' Jay's voice was heard in my head, and I pushed the guy away, resting my hands on his chest.

'Did you hear that?' I looked wide-eyed at Josh, wanting to hear that it didn't seem to me, because I'm not going crazy, right? 'What are you talking about?'

The guy's eyebrows went up, he did not understand what I was talking about.

'I heard the voice of James Foster,' the guy removed his hands from under my jacket, shaking his head.

He got up from the bed, throwing an angry look at me.

'Call me when you forget about him and we will continue,' the guy snorted, opening the door and hiding behind it.

I laid back on the bed, closing my eyes. Even when James Foster is not in my life, he is still around somewhere. Sometimes the day comes when you need to pull yourself together to be able to leave the past behind. Leave everything bad and go. Go ahead, enjoy the beautiful.

'Dean, get the boys ready!' Shouted a young man from the second floor of a huge house, nervously tapping his fingers on the table, checking the fresh photographs that his man had left.

'What are you talking about?' The curly-haired guy ran into the blond's office, watching him rise to his feet, tossing his phone into the chair.

'I'm going to take her freedom,' the guy snorted, nodding his head at his phone, which at the same time flashed new photos of Hailey and Josh.

'You're possessive, James Foster, a terrible possessor,' Dean assured him in a calm voice and walked out of the office. The guy ran down the stairs, straightening his bangs up. He knew perfectly well that there was no need to argue with this man. Nothing will change this guy. No one will change his thoughts, no one will stop his actions. Probably, only the person whom he will let into his soul, uniting with him into one whole, will be able to.

'Joe, Steph, Ron, Tyler out!' The guy shouted, watching as the assembled guys lazily got up from the sofas, looking up from the TV.

'We’re meeting outside the building in half an hour. Gather your weapons,' the young man informed them, watching as the guys began to quickly pull on a special black uniform.

Dean was Jay's right hand. And the blond put the position to watch the fighters precisely for his best friend. And of course, if something goes wrong, it will receive, like the guilty one, and Dean. Even though he is his best friend. The rules are the same for everyone. Curly was about to leave, but when he noticed how the guy with jet black hair was staggering slightly to the side, he immediately stopped.

'Have you been drinking Ron?' A growl escaped from Curly's chest, alarming everyone in the living room.

With slow but sure steps, he began to approach Ron.

Step by step, like a predator that is about to attack its prey.

'No.'

The boy staggered back, trying to increase the distance. A faint smell of alcohol permeated the room. Not too weak for a person who knows a lot about such drinks.

'I didn’t allow you to relax,' a stern tone swept the room from all sides, it seemed that now everyone in this house was quiet, just listening to the continuation of this conversation.

'Dean, I didn't drink,' the boy whispered, covering himself with lies to hide the truth, trying to sound coherent and correct.

Dean closed his eyes with a heavy breath. Muscles tensed and veins appeared on the arms. At the same moment, the guy sharply swung his fist. 'Enough, Dean!' Heavy footsteps were heard on the stairs with a loud angry cry, stop all this immediately.

Curly continued to strike, meeting the wall with his fist.

'Tell Jay that I didn't punch you,' the boy growled, rubbing his injured fist from the impact.

'You know my rules, Ron,' James continued in a calm but serious tone as he walked down the stairs.

'To the left building, guy,' the blond looked around at everyone present. 'And you are with me,' he threw a pistol at a tall guy and he successfully caught him. With quick steps, he headed out of the house, and all the guys hurried after him, straightening their uniforms along the way.

'James, not the left corps, please,' the guy shouted desperately, in the hope of changing his cruel decision.

Foster stopped, motioning for the guys to get out. Ron cautiously approached the blue-eyed man, placing his hand on his shoulder. The blond stared into the boy's eyes as he considered his decision. Of course, the guy did not like that Ron was trying to change something. James Foster stood firm on his thought until an idea flashed through his head, a decision too cruel. Compared to him, the left body is just a flower. The corners of his lips curled up, making a sly smirk.

'So be it, lad.' He dropped his hand from his shoulder, contemplating a plan of capture along the way. 'You will go with us, the left corps is canceled.'