Me:
What the fuck? What do you mean on the lamb? What did he do? It seems the men around here are all insane! Fucking jocks. Fine! You better call me with an update or I’ll be sending out a search party I swear to god!
Syd Baby:
Calm your tits. I’ll call later.
Switching back to Hayes, I text him again.
Me:
For the love of god,answer me.
Me:
You better not be with another girl, Hayes, so help me God I will kill her!
Me:
Hayes please answer.
Fuck it, Climbing out of bed I walk over to my closet and dig into the bag I came with, looking for my baggy of weed.I need something to take the edge off.Going over to my desk I grind some up and roll a joint. Leaning over the desk, I unlatch the window, opening it as I take my lighter from the drawer and spark the joint.
Bringing it to my mouth I take a deep pull and exhale slowly. Getting up from my desk, I go lay on my bed, finding some music to zone out too. I take another hit of my joint letting the weed run through my veins and settle my nerves, totally forgetting how horny it makes me. I low-key wish someone at this damn school tattooed because that’s where I would be.Ink therapy is what I need in a time like this. Shit!For the next few hours, I roll more joints and smoke them to the face while listening to music and trying to not think about Hayes. Hayzie—Hayzie Hayes Valentine–God of all gods with a huge dickand a tongue that will make you see stars. That’s what should be on his jersey. Giggling, I sit up and immediately lay back down.How fucking high am I? Who knows? I fucking feel great though.
“Hayzie Hayes…Hayzie Hayes…Hayes is Hayzie,” I laugh at myself and jump when there’s a faint knock at the door. I peel myself from the bed and stumble into the wood. Gripping the knob, I turn it and pull the door open only for the weight of someone barrels into me.
“Hayes, Oh my god. Hayes. Are you okay?” I ask as he wraps his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.What the fuck?
“I-I-help- m-me p-please.” He stammers and I try to hold his weight and walk us over to the bed, laying him down. It was a fucking struggle to walk a few feet, but we made it. He pulls me down onto him but I move away and his eyes fly open.
“Don’t l-leave,” he whispers, and I giggle.
“I’m not. I’m just going to go close the damn door crazy Hayzie.” I say and his body freezes and his nose wrinkles in disgust.
“Don’t call me that,” he groans, trying to get comfortable. I roll my eyes, walking over to the door andshutting it. Making sure I flip the lock, I go back over to him and assess the damage. My eyes widen when I see his face is splattered with blood, his right eye is bruised, and he looks a mess.
“Can we get you showered?” I ask, but he shakes his head.
“Not now, lay with me please. I need to feel you. It’s been a fucked up twenty four hours and I just need you, Liv,” he confesses and I nod, completely agreeing with him because he’s right. There’s more carnage when we are apart rather than when we are together. Peace and solace is what I feel in this moment, now that he’s here with me in my bed. Even if he’s beaten and bloodied—he’s here, with me.
Lifting my shirt over my head, I remove my bra and slide my leggings off, leaving myself in nothing but boy shorts. I climb into my bed next to him and lay on his chest, cupping his face. He kisses the top of my head and wraps his arm around my thigh lifting it to lay on him.
“You’re not close enough baby,” he whispers, making me giggle.
“Where were you? I looked everywhere for you!” I tell him but he places his finger over my mouth.
“Shh, I need to rest. Give me a few hours, then you can yell at me.” he says and I sigh. Closing my eyes, I snuggle closer to him, listening to his heart beat in his chest. This is where I want to be–right here with him–My Sinister Valentine.
Rage & Discussions
Hayes
“My blood is now your blood, Brother mine. You have our back and we have yours.”
“My blood is now your blood, Brother mine. You have our back and we have yours.”
“My blood is now your blood, Brother mine. You have our back and we have yours.”
