hauntingly beautiful
Chapter 12
Hunter's Point of
View
When I woke up the next morning, there was a light breeze tossing
my hair out of my eyes.
I let out a tired groan, rolling to my side.
A small smile spread across my lips, when I saw Hayden right
beside me.
Her usual thick, combed hair was reaching out in all different
directions.
But, she still looked so beautiful.
I sucked in a deep breath, as I pulled out a cigarette from my
pocket.
I lit the tip, as I inhaled the cigarette, releasing a puff of
smoke.
I could see Hayden, who was still lying down, flinching.
I frowned, as her closed eyes squeezed tightly.
She muttered, "P-please. Please don't."
I examined her intently, caressing her pale cheek.
Was she having a nightmare?
Should I wake her up?
She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't catch,
as her forehead started to heat up.
Her body began to move, as her legs kicked rapidly.
"N-no! Please stop!" she suddenly screamed.
She sat up straight, as her eyes flew open.
I stared at her with shock, as I stepped on the cigarette,
letting the fire go out.
I tossed the burnt sigarette down the cliff, turning back to
Hayden.
Her hand was pressed against her chest, as she breathed
quickly.
I stared at her with concern. "Hayden? Are you
alright?"
She seemed a bit startled to see me, but she nodded
hesitantly.
"I-I'm fine. I just had a bad dream." she
whispered.
I couldn't help but sympathsize how scared she looked.
There was so much painful emotions in her eyes.
There was hatred, sorrow, desperation, and fear.
Hayden made me so curious about her.
She was so mysterious, like she had something to hide.
"Could you bring me home now, please?" she asked,
practically begging.
I bit my lower lip, nodding.
We paced down the trail of the mountain, hurrying to the car,
which was right where I had left it the night before.
I began to drive out of the reservation, as Hayden tapped her
fingers along the dashboard.
"So, what was your dream about?" I asked casually.
Hayden avoided eye contact, yet again.
How come she never looked at me when we spoke?
I gribbed the steering wheel, becoming irritated with the bad
habit of her's.
"J-just the usual... monster thing." she stuttered.
I let out a deep breath.
Here she goes, again.
Has anyone ever taught this girl how to lie?
"Well, I hope it didn't scare you too much." I went
along with it.
There was no point in pressuring her to tell me.
It was only going to make her feel uncomfortable around me.
Maddi's Point of View
I puckered my lips, which were coated with a thick sheet of lip
gloss.
I tapped my fingers against my laptop's keyboard, punching in
the search bar, Hayden
Morris.
I scrolled down the list of results, clicking on the link that
led to an old article.
I lifted my perfectly waxed eyebrows, as my eyes scanned down the
page.
Jeremy Morris, was apparently the psychopathic father of
Hayden.
He was an abusive father, who beat his two own children.
One night, the police found Jeremy and his son, Cameron, dead in
their own pool of blood.
The only witness and survivor in the house was the youngest,
Hayden.
Jeremy was found dead with a gun in his hand, guilty of murdering
his only son.
I leaned back in my chair, a smirk placing on my lips.
I clicked the print button, as papers began to fly out of the
printer.
Oh, Hayden.
You're going to regret ever stealing Hunter from
me.
I hate maddi she makes me wanna slap her in the face with my laptop...
NOMNOMNOMNOM.
:DDD
this is getting gooooood.