Set at no particular time... fic by request… my first attempt at writing for anyone other than KK so be kind… :-/
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"Why?"
His voice echoed through her head.
"why did you do it?"
She couldn't give him an answer. It had just seemed right at the time. It was like she had lost her mind. She'd never forget his face after the verdict was announced. The look of disappointment and confusion as she had been taken down. Guilty. Guilty of arson. Scott's boatshed had been burnt to the ground before the fire service had reached it. And for what? She didn't dare tell him that she was under the impression that Kit was inside. Her rival for Noah's affections. She'd have been sent down for attempted murder. She wished she hadn't done it. It was like she had lost her mind.
She hadn't seen him in months, not since that day. Sometimes it had driven her to the brink of despair. Maybe he was too ashamed of her. Maybe he was with Kit now and she'd missed her chance at happiness. If she could turn the clock back she would, but she couldn't and she no choice but to live with the consequences.
"Miss Hayley Smith?"
She stepped forward to the desk as an officer produced a box of her personal possessions, all she had surrendered two months beforehand whilst being forced to give up her freedom.
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THE PALACE
He watched as the clock slowly ticked around. Second by second. Minute by minute. She'd be getting out now, Irene had said three o'clock. She'd be returning to the beach house now that all her belongings had been moved from the Palace. Seb had been quick to occupy her old room and it had just been the three of them for the past weeks. He, Alex and Seb. All three of them had been enthusiastic about an all-male house but the novelty had fast worn off. The place felt so empty without Hayley's artwork cluttering up the rooms. He felt empty. But he still couldn't understand why Hayley had set the boatshed alight in the first place. It had occupied his mind for the past two months. It was just so out of character for hayley to have done such a thing. He hadn't been able to divert his mind from her, even throughout his week long relationship with Kit, which had crumbled at their first arguement.
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BEACH HOUSE
"Do you think he'll want to see me?"
Hayley took a sip of her cup of tea and looked across at Irene, who debated the question.
"You can only try darl"
She nodded
"Yeah... you're right... we're going to have to talk eventually"
It was a small town, it was impossible for her to go one day without bumping into him. Besides, she was desperate to see him, just to find out if he still cared. Irene had confirmed that there was nothing between Noah and Kit anymore, which was something. She deposited her empty cup onto the coffee table and walked towards the door, before turning back to Irene
"Thanks Irene"
"For what?"
Sticking by her through thick and thin, being the supportive mother she had never had, for her good advice.
"Everything... it means a lot"
"Good luck with Noah"
She knew better than anyone how wound up Hayley still was over the guy. She had done nothing but ask after him during her visits at the prison. And she deserved a bit of happiness after spending two months in that hell-hole. She had adapted surprisingly well, and despite initial problems had managed to survive. But she was still the only one that knew the real reason that Hayley had torched the boatshed. The only conclusion that Irene could draw was that love meade people do stupid things. As the door rattled shut and Hayley made her way to the palace, Irene could only hope that things could get back to normal. That Hayley's life would take a turn for the better.
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"Why?"
His voice echoed through her head.
"why did you do it?"
She couldn't give him an answer. It had just seemed right at the time. It was like she had lost her mind. She'd never forget his face after the verdict was announced. The look of disappointment and confusion as she had been taken down. Guilty. Guilty of arson. Scott's boatshed had been burnt to the ground before the fire service had reached it. And for what? She didn't dare tell him that she was under the impression that Kit was inside. Her rival for Noah's affections. She'd have been sent down for attempted murder. She wished she hadn't done it. It was like she had lost her mind.
She hadn't seen him in months, not since that day. Sometimes it had driven her to the brink of despair. Maybe he was too ashamed of her. Maybe he was with Kit now and she'd missed her chance at happiness. If she could turn the clock back she would, but she couldn't and she no choice but to live with the consequences.
"Miss Hayley Smith?"
She stepped forward to the desk as an officer produced a box of her personal possessions, all she had surrendered two months beforehand whilst being forced to give up her freedom.
..........................
THE PALACE
He watched as the clock slowly ticked around. Second by second. Minute by minute. She'd be getting out now, Irene had said three o'clock. She'd be returning to the beach house now that all her belongings had been moved from the Palace. Seb had been quick to occupy her old room and it had just been the three of them for the past weeks. He, Alex and Seb. All three of them had been enthusiastic about an all-male house but the novelty had fast worn off. The place felt so empty without Hayley's artwork cluttering up the rooms. He felt empty. But he still couldn't understand why Hayley had set the boatshed alight in the first place. It had occupied his mind for the past two months. It was just so out of character for hayley to have done such a thing. He hadn't been able to divert his mind from her, even throughout his week long relationship with Kit, which had crumbled at their first arguement.
..........................
BEACH HOUSE
"Do you think he'll want to see me?"
Hayley took a sip of her cup of tea and looked across at Irene, who debated the question.
"You can only try darl"
She nodded
"Yeah... you're right... we're going to have to talk eventually"
It was a small town, it was impossible for her to go one day without bumping into him. Besides, she was desperate to see him, just to find out if he still cared. Irene had confirmed that there was nothing between Noah and Kit anymore, which was something. She deposited her empty cup onto the coffee table and walked towards the door, before turning back to Irene
"Thanks Irene"
"For what?"
Sticking by her through thick and thin, being the supportive mother she had never had, for her good advice.
"Everything... it means a lot"
"Good luck with Noah"
She knew better than anyone how wound up Hayley still was over the guy. She had done nothing but ask after him during her visits at the prison. And she deserved a bit of happiness after spending two months in that hell-hole. She had adapted surprisingly well, and despite initial problems had managed to survive. But she was still the only one that knew the real reason that Hayley had torched the boatshed. The only conclusion that Irene could draw was that love meade people do stupid things. As the door rattled shut and Hayley made her way to the palace, Irene could only hope that things could get back to normal. That Hayley's life would take a turn for the better.