Gracie
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I lay on the bed naked, spent and sore.....every bit of my body ached especially the areas between my legs.
He left his mark wherever he touched, the old bruises hadn't gone completely and he'd taken it upon himself to add fresh ones.
Exerting the fact that I belong to him.
Sadly enough a huge part of me was starting to believe him .....
I was going to be stuck with him forever.
A sea of emotions washed through me, the predominant of all was disappointment and confusion...
In myself.....
I don't know what I'm doing anymore...He's already seen through my little act...
His eyes were closed, his breath even, but I somehow knew he wasn't asleep.
I still wonder where he had gone with the gun right after I got that horrific picture message...
The image of the hooded figure I had seen staring at us earlier today flashed through my brain...
Was he the stalker? or maybe I am mistaken, even If so who was he? Then why me...?
I released a shuddering breath,my eyes trailing Hayden's features
He really could be nice when he wanted to...or he could be worse
A shudder shook me as I remembered the night he'd first taken me, it still gave me goosebumps until now.
Had he murdered anyone? I surely saw the intent in his eyes when he'd stormed off.
I cringed at the thought that I had told him to touch me...
With hands that had probably just murdered someone. ..
His gaze flickered open at that moment and met mine, his fingers gently trailed my bottom lip.
"Who are you, Hayden? " I whispered out before I could stop myself
He looked surprised by my sudden question for a moment.
Now I just couldn't stop asking, I blurted out all the questions running through my mind without a moment of pause.
"What kind of business does your family do? Where did you go with the gun early...."
"It isn't any of your concern! don't poke your nose into my business " He snapped looking somewhat angry.... ...
I don't know why I felt hurt by his sharp tone.
He was right, it wasn't any of my concern, if I don't know anything it would be easier when I finally get the opportunity to leave...
"I'm sorry, I.. s..shouldn't have asked," I said in a low tone. I closed my eyes but I could still feel his gaze on me.
Moments later he muttered a curse and flung off the covers.
"I'm sorry ...for yelling at you... I mean " he mumbled out the last part, wearing a disturbed expression.
I stared at him completely short of words.
He was apologizing to me?
He'd done worse things to me so why was he sorry for just yelling at me?
It didn't erase all the things he'd done to me ....not in the least bit but I felt somewhat lighter.
I nodded and closed my eyes, too tired to keep them open anymore.....
His gaze followed me into a long dreamless slumber.
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The whole class was too noisy.
There were discussing in a failed attempt for a whisper...
I allowed myself to listen to what the fuzz was all about.
Did you hear.....
"Brittany's dead..... "
"I heard it was a bullet shot.... "
What a pity for her...
I was held in a state of shock, My body didn't know how to react to it...
Sure she had always been mean to me but it doesn't mean that I wish her harm or even....... dead
An image of Hayden with the gun appeared in my head.
Was it him? The thought sent an unwilling shudder through my body, I felt cold despite the weather being so warm.
I cast a glance in his direction, sure enough, he was staring right at me... His eyes burning with some unfathomable expression, I couldn't look away, it felt as if I was spellbound.
"This is so scary, why do you think anyone would murder her? "Lyn's voice broke into the trance he had cast on me.
"Who knows, I hope the murderer is caught, " Clarissa said, her face still pale from what I assume was a shock.
Mr. Hastings took that moment to appear into class wearing a solemn expression
He cleared his throat loudly gaining everyone's attention.
"I assume you all know what happened, The cops are here to ask some questions"
His words arose loud murmurings
Why were the cops here?
Did they think the murder was committed by a student?
"Don't panic, it's just some questions to help with their investigations and they need our full cooperation "
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I walked out after answering some questions, there were just a few random questions like...
"Were you close to Brittany Walters? "
"um....not really, we were classmates that's all " I had replied
"Do you know anything that could help solve her murder "
"I don't know anything "
I must have blurted out too quickly because the cop suddenly had a serious expression.
"Are you sure about that Miss Evans? "
I nodded in affirmation and I was allowed to go.
I met Hayden where he was waiting for me down the hallway...
"what answers did you tell the cops? "
"I didn't say anything! " I blurted out and he gave me a puzzled look
"Why would you have fucking said anything, especially since you don't know anything? "
"was it you? "
If he was surprised by my questions, his face gave no indications.
"What makes you say so? "
He didn't sound angry so I continued.
"you had a gun yesterday, ...and you had said ' I warned her '...did you go to Brittany's house? "
"Yes I went to her house, Do you think I did it? "
I gulped down at his sudden serious expression and forward answer.
Do I even want to know if he was the murderer?
The thought made my stomach churn
"I will get my bags" I hurried out and just avoided bumping into Clarissa...
Had she been right behind us all this while?
I stared at her for some time wondering if she had overheard our conversation but her face gave away nothing...
Presumably not... I guess
"You are going home with Hayden? "
"Yes...um catch up with you later" I replied with a little smile which she returned
I waved her off and made my way to the classroom to grab my bag.
I met him still waiting beside my locker, his gaze found me and he inserted his phone in his back pockets
"What took you so long?"
"Well. I.. uh" I began to stammer when he grabbed my hands
"Let's go "
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