SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.05: HAYLEY
Hey all, bit of a weird day actually, found out a lot about the people in my year, and how they can actually be very Skins-like, and not in a good way. Example: I found out in a planetarium incursion when we were all inside this tiny dome, 30 of us squashed together in the dark for about an hour, to my left there was a blowjob going on, lovely, lovely stuff there dears. Nah, but there are a few good people in my year, the rest are just terrible, what can you do? Not everybody can be amazing as the Skins character, (Really looking forward to Series 6 by the way.) but in the meantime, Chapter 4!
Hayley walked home drearily, the day had worn her out and she had absolutely no reason why. It was just such a strange day, and she knew she was going nuts for no reason what-so-ever, it was strange how suddenly things could escalate to a problem, she would definitely fix things with Kelly tomorrow, or maybe even tonight if there was something happening, which there usually was.
She opened the door softly and then shut it, leaning her back against it and rolling her head back to look upwards.
A voice took her by surprise from the left, "Hello Dear!"
Hayley looked over to see a thin Blonde woman, rather like a supermodel sitting on the couch in a fashionable white suit, with a ditsy smile across her face.
Hayley's eyes widened as she saw her, "Mum? What are you doing here?"
Her mother scoffed happily, "and a hello to you too!" she said as she went over to hug her.
Hayley held out her hands, "Don't hug me; answer my question, what are you doing here?"
She laughed, "I came to see you of course!"
Hayley shook her head, "I don't want you here," she said firmly.
Her mum raised an eyebrow, "You haven't changed much."
"No, neither have you." Said Hayley.
The cat growled as she trotted past Hayley's mum. "You still have that flea ball then?" she asked, walking off into the kitchen.
The cat growled once more next to Hayley, "I know, your IQ far surpasses hers."
Hayley walked into the kitchen, still glaring at her mother who was observing the room, while her Dad sat at the kitchen bench.
"Still acting like a bright and happy family then? Your 16 now, Hayley, you should be getting into other things." She said.
Hayley looked up, "Not interested," she walked over to her father and whispered in his ear, "What the hell is she doing at our house!"
Norman sighed, "She's your mother Hayley, she is still entitled to see you."
"I don't give a damn about what she's entitled to, aren't I entitled to not have to be around blotches of human history?" she asked.
Norman looked up, "Come on Hayley, just give her a chance."
"I did," said Hayley, "many, a long time ago, her chances are all dried up."
Her mother looked up, "Wow this place is actually a bit of a dump, I could never really get used to living somewhere like here, Hayley if you were living with me, you'd have fountains and all the space you needed, not this tiny little thing."
"This isn't tiny!" said Hayley, "It's actually quite big; there's not any unnecessary space, actually there is, there is not copious amounts of unnecessary space."
"Bet you don't have any special services around here." She said slyly.
"Special services?" asked Hayley raising her eyebrow.
"You know, butlers, choice drinks, high-class drugs, fashionable clothes, men who are willing to… extend themselves." She said with a wink.
Hayley shook her head at her Mum, before marching out into the living room.
Once she had walked out, her Mum looked over at Norman, "Honestly Norman, what did you do to that poor girl?"
Norman looked up, "Nothing, I let her make her own choices, it's about her."
"Well there's your problem! You aren't forceful enough! She's screwing herself over cause of you! Just look at the clothes she's wearing! Eck! Did you have to her shopping at the second-hand store?"
"They aren't from a second-hand store, Selene. If she wants to wear wooly jumpers and beanies, instead of latex dresses, then that is her choice. You are missing the entire point!" said Norman.
"She looks like a hobo! I bet she's still a virgin isn't she? Has she even got a boyfriend? There is just some terrible McDonnell blood isn't there, which makes you make pathetic choices, even the name is disgusting. I'm married to a Spanish fella now, I'm Selene Lavino, I sound like a sex goddess, not like Selene McDonnell, I sound like fucking Farmer Jill right there."
Norman frowned, "If you are referring to a specific incident, then I'll have you know that was the best decision in my life, because Hayley is and always will be the best thing in my life, and the reason she wants to live with me and not you, is because you don't think she is anywhere near the best thing in your life."
Selene snorted, "The best decision? You could have had it all Norman, and you gave it up for her? I'll prove you wrong, she doesn't want to live with me, because she doesn't know what she's missing, it's probably part of that psycho thing she has. You are nothing but a sad little man Norman, because only sad little men give away rich supermodels."
Norman couldn't look Selene in the eye and she smirked one more time before strutting back out to the living room.
"Are you still here?" asked Hayley.
"Now, now Hayley, no need to be rash, we could be terrific the two of us, you could be magnificent, I could even get you your own billboards or perfume range, obviously not as great as mine, but still high-selling stuff, and I could help you with things, things that oaf could never help you with." She said.
Hayley snapped to her mother, "He's not an oaf." She said firmly.
"I could seriously help you, get you a better wardrobe for one, if you lived with me you'd have a whole room for your clothes and you could actually have some decent clothes instead of rags." She said.
"These aren't rags!" shouted Hayley, "Can't you get it into your head that I'm different to you! Just cause I have a different fashion sense, doesn't make me some homeless freak. I don't care about drugs, or booze, or shagging, or fashion or any of that, you don't know me at all, so quit trying to act like you do."
"Oh Hayley, I know you more than you think, do you like a boy?" she asked.
"Is that seriously all your going to care about?"
"No," said Selene nodding, "but tell me, do you?"
"Yes as a matter of fact," Hayley snapped, "His name is Drew."
"Well that's a relief for starters, I thought you might have been going dyke?"
Hayley's mouth fell wide open as she turned to her left, "and so what if I did? Two of my best friends are girls and they are dating each other, is that wrong?"
"No, not at all!" she said.
"You are despicable." Said Hayley sitting back.
"Is he hot? Mind you I could tell you some easy steps to be riding his cock by this time tomorrow." She said, pulling out her mirror.
"You are so dumb! You don't understand anything! I cannot believe that I am honestly related to you."
She laughed, "Well I can, because I gave birth to you, which I was very against for a while, but I regained my figure, and you got my sexy facial features and turned into this sort of cute girl look, also your breasts are developing rather nicely, like mother like daughter."
"Don't call me your fucking daughter!" shouted Hayley.
"Calm down now!" said Selene.
"No! Cause all you care about is drugs, and booze, and clothes, and money, and popularity, and status, and cleavage, and getting your man slaves to fuck you in the ass!"
"Watch it now Hayley, I hope you know I am." She said firmly.
"Unfortunately I do!" spat Hayley, "You know what Drew is attractive, and he does have a party life, with girl's hanging off him, but I know, that he is so much deeper than that, and there is so much more to him, and that none of those bimbo's will ever be enough for him, because the thing I love most about him, is his mind, his thoughts are the most beautiful thing and you couldn't see a man's mind, if it was hanging off his cock that was being shoved down your throat!"
"You watch yourself you little bitch! I know you have a brain disease or something like that, but you don't speak to me like that, how could you ever want to leave here? Cause I'll tell you something right now, I could provide you so much any way you want, that man is a pathetic failure, who will spend his life soaked in pig shit. He is nothing but a fucking twat, and I am on every billboard in London, so you might want to re-think your choices." She snarled in Hayley's face.
Hayley slapped Selene across the face and stood to her feet, "Shut up you fucking whore! Don't you dare say shit about my Dad! You don't know my Dad at all, because he is the most brilliant man in my life! Have a go at me all you want, but don't you ever talk about my father, you filthy slag!"
Norman walked into the room, "Hayley! What is going on?"
Selene turned around, "Your precious princess is going ape shit, you probably haven't given her, her psycho therapy today, wouldn't expect more from a clumsy lowlife tit."
"Shut up!" screamed Hayley, "You don't know anything about me! You are not my mother! I wish I wasn't born, just so Dad didn't have to go through having such a horrifying woman in my life. You are a disgrace to society and you make me want to kill myself! I hate you whore! Fuck off! Fuck off! Fu-Fu-fu-f-f-f-f…" Hayley started shivering as she got stuck on a loop and eventually screamed out and sprinted up the stairs.
Norman was about to run after her, but quickly turned to Selene, "I think you had better go."
"You really fucked her over Norman, which is sad, she could have been alright, like a little apprentice or something." She said with a shrug.
"For your information Selene, Hayley is not your apprentice, nor will she ever be, she is a princess, she was meant to be our princess, but you can't think of anybody but yourself, so now she's my princess, and I vow for as long as I live to make sure she is treated like one, because she is the best thing to have ever happened to me." He said firmly.
Selene stuck her arm on Norman's shoulder, "What would you do Norman, if you could have me back right now?"
Norman stood back with wide eyes, "What?"
She stroked his ear, "You may have been pretty pathetic at life, but we both were until I hit the big time, and you were still a pretty good fuck, better than my new husband or any of the boys, so what do you say? How would you like to run your tongue down my chest again, reaching deep into my clit, and then inserting your cock and doing me hard on the bed."
Norman pursed his lips and shook his head, taking her hand off, "You are right, I am sad, I am a sad and pathetic man who tries his best, but it's never good enough, but the saddest thing I ever did, was fall in love with you."
She smiled angrily, "suit yourself Norman. I knew you were a fucker, but I never knew you'd turn down perfection twice," she said as she slung up her handbag and walked out the door.
Hayley walked into her room and slammed the door, pacing her room. "Bitch!" she shouted, "The dumb whore, she's just like everyone else! She doesn't know a thing about me! She doesn't even care!"
Hayley would take stamps every time she reached her fifth step, "She doesn't even love me! My own mother! She hates me! She loves her money more, and her drugs, and her booze, and her shoes, and her hats, and her clubs, and her houses, and her boys, and her sex, and…" she stopped herself, her breathing now at incredibly fast panting rate.
Her wardrobe door was open slightly. Hayley marched over to it and shut it softly, but it was no good. She clenched her hand tight and gritted her teeth, trying to close it again, but it still edged open, she got more and more enraged, as she began grunting and slamming it harder and faster, until she was screaming and uncontrollably slamming it back an forth. She literally could not stop her hand, as she squinted her eyes tight and swung violently back and forth.
Norman burst into the room and saw the sight, "Hayley! Hayley!" he shouted, but it wasn't getting through to her, she had broken out into a fit.
Norman ran to the bathroom pouring a glass of water and getting out the bottle of tablets from the cabinet.
He ran back in and placed 2 pills in Hayley's mouth, passing her the glass of water, which she chugged down very quickly.
Her breathing began to slow down as the pills kicked in, and pretty soon her hand had stopped and her mind had moved away from the incident.
She looked up at her Dad who had a distraught look on his face. She sat down on the bed and broke out into tears, as he sat down next to her wrapping his arms around her and kissing her forehead.
"Why? Why does she have to be like that? Why does she have to be such a horrible woman? Why can't she just get out of my life?" she said, muffled through tears.
Norman caressed her, "Shh… I'm not going to let her hurt you again Hayley, she's not coming back into your life, unless you want her too."
Hayley sat up and Norman smiled, brushing back her hair, "I love you Hayley, always remember that."
"I love you too Dad," she said as she hugged him one more time, but her eyes began to droop.
He laid her back across the bed, "Get some sleep now, don't worry about it, if you wake up in a few hours, we'll get pizza and do something you want, like a movie, or something like that."
"Sounds good," she whispered, nodding her head, as her eyes rolled back and she fell asleep on her bed.
Norman took off her jacket and her beanie, and hung them over the end of the bed. He pulled back the covers and pulled them on top of Hayley.
He smiled and kissed her on the forehead, before leaving the room and turning off the light, so there was only a natural afternoon glow coming in.
He stood at the door and stared at her with a hurt look across his face, "I'm so sorry sweetheart," he said painfully, before closing the door.
My heart… That's another scene that would have been absolutely brilliant on TV I reckon, especially with Alan Davies as Norman McDonnell, that would be a top-notch performance. I hope you guys enjoyed it, especially if you got emotional. Please review! It's always handy! Chapter 5, up soon!