Gahhh I feel like crap. I'm getting the flu, I have the worst cramps and I haven't written anything in 2 weeks. I hope this chapter is good enough. Hayley has a breakthrough/breakdown. Please review!
"So you'll come over at 7?" Hayley asked. I was going to her house for dinner with her parents.
"I won't be late." I whispered as I kissed her. Hayley and I had been going out for about a week now and she was comfortable with me kissing her.
"Good, my dad will like you better."
"Should I bring anything?"
"No, you don't have too. I made brownies for dessert." She smiled.
"Can't wait to try them." I said as I brushed her bangs out of her face. A car honked and Hayley waved to the woman driving.
"That's my mom. I'll see you tonight." She said and kissed my cheek.
"Bye baby." I said as she left. I watched the car drive away and then headed to my car.
"Mr. Knight! Can you come here a moment?" Mr. Staub yelled. He was Hayley's AP history teacher.
"What's up?"
"I know you're close with Hayley and I was wondering if you saw any changes in her behavior."
"Like how?"
"Has she been acting different? Has she stopped doing certain things she used to?"
"She's been acting younger than she actually is but I thought that was normal after everything she's been through. I treat her a bit like a child but how else should I?"
"I was just wondering. She's been distant. I want the more engaged and intelligent Hayley back." He said and I nodded.
"Me too."
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I pulled up to Hayley's house a few minutes early and took a breath to calm myself before I knocked on her door.
"Kendall!" Hayley smiled and hugged me tight.
"I missed you." She whispered.
"Missed you too baby. I got these for you." I said as I held up a bouquet of lilies.
"They're so pretty." She smiled and led me inside.
"You must be Kendall, I'm Mr. Shea."
"Daddy, stop that. That's my dad Tom."
"Nice to meet you sir." I said as I shook his hand.
"Firm shake, I like it"
"I think you met my mother when I was in the hospital." Hayley said as her mom stopped cooking and came and smiled at me.
"Kendall."
"Mrs. Shea."
"Call her Pam." Hayley smiled but Pam frowned.
"I got these for you." I said as I showed her a bouquet of roses.
"I'm allergic to flowers." She said curtly as she walked away and back into the kitchen.
"I'll take them into my office. They can spice up the place." Tom said.
"My dad's an accountant and he works from home now."
"How're you doing?" I whispered.
"I'm good. I showered by myself for the first time today."
"I'm proud of you." I whispered as I kissed her forehead.
"So Kendall…why don't you come sit down at the table. Dinner is almost ready." Pam said and I nodded. I sat next to Hayley as Pam and Tom started dishing out food and putting it on the table.
"So Kendall, I hear you play hockey. Are you any good?"
"I'm okay. Got a few colleges scouting me but nothing is set in stone yet."
"Why didn't you tell anybody that Hayley was being abused?" Pam suddenly said.
"Mom!" Hayley yelled.
"She made me promise I wouldn't tell."
"Look at what you caused! My daughter doesn't even acknowledge the fact that she almost died! She isn't my daughter and you caused this."
"I didn't rape her! I was there for her! Blame Jett. He caused this!" I yelled.
"My daughter is a shell and it's all because of you. All you had to do was open your mouth and tell someone. Anyone! But you didn't. My daughter acts like a 5 year old now."
"She's not even speaking to us." Tom spoke up and I turned towards Hayley who was staring at her plate.
"Is that true?" I asked and Hayley finally met my eyes. Her face was covered in tears and her lip was quivering.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Hayley you have too!" Pam yelled.
"I don't want to."
"Come on Hales." I encouraged.
"I hate this! I fucking hate this! You guys are always pressuring me to open up! I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about the way I still feel Jett touching me. The way Jett kissed me. The way Jett felt inside me. I don't want to talk about how every time I shower I scrub my skin raw because I still feel dirty. I feel like shit. I fucking hate how I look. I look in the mirror and I look terrible. My hair is gone. My skin is all bruised and discolored. My complexion will never be even because of what he did. I hate looking down at my stomach and seeing nothing. If Jett didn't hurt me, Gabe would be inside me, safe and protected. I'd be pregnant still. When I look at my stomach…I see a scar from where they took him out. That's going to be a constant reminder of what happened and what could have been. I hate looking at my stomach. I look at you mom and dad and I feel like I disappointed you. When I look at Kendall, I feel so dirty and cheap. I don't want to talk about it because it hurts too much. Is this what you wanted?" she screamed. Her face was bright red. She was sweating and panting.
Pam was crying and Tom had a stoic look on his face.
"Hayley…" I gently said and she snapped out of it. She jumped into my arms and buried her head in my neck. I rubbed her back and whispered calming words in her ear.
"Hayley, that was important for us to know. Now we know what we can do to help." Pam said and Hayley nodded against my shoulder.
"Do you want to get cosmetic surgery? We can get the scar covered up." Tom offered but she shook her head.
"Why don't you and Kendall go upstairs to your bedroom and just relax. He's allowed to stay the night if he wants." Pam offered and she nodded.
"You go upstairs and I'll be up in a second baby." I said and she ran to her room.
"I'm really sorry for not saying anything but I didn't know what to do." I said and they nodded.
"I guess I'm blaming you instead of myself. I'm her mother and I didn't notice it."
"Now we know what's bothering her and we can help her." Tom said and I nodded.
"Losing Gabe not only hurt her but it hurts me too. I've cried every night practically." I confessed.
"So have we." They confessed. I gave a small smile and then headed up to her bedroom.
"Hales?"
"hi." She whispered. She was sitting in the window seat in her room. I sat across from her and she laid her legs on me.
"Can I see?" I whispered. She wordlessly lifted her shirt up and I saw this large scar across her stomach.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Never. None of this was your fault." I reassured.
"I'm gonna' get better right? I'm gonna' go back to the old me right?"
"You'll be okay, I promise."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. What do you want to do now?" I asked.
"Hold me?"
"absolutely." She came over and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Never let go." She pleaded.
"Never."
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