From the diary of Hailey Beckford -
Some people lie. Others tell the truth. Sometimes, it gets too twisted to really tell the difference.
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It was drizzling again, the sound of water assaulting the pavement monotinous in being, the tap-click of my high heels keeping quiet rhythm - click click tap click tap tap...
My hair had fallen into my face, and for the moment, I do nothing about it - today has been odd, far more quiet than I thought it would be, given what had just happened.
It seemed he was - angry with me? Perhaps Randy had realized that I had taken the box with the gun back, and was preturbed with that. Or maybe he had realized that I was nothing more than trouble.
Maybe the fact that I was a formidable threat that re-dawned.
I had done damnage, after all. I'd killed Ric, I'd tried to kill myself, I still - I intended to kill again.
But tonight? I was alone - the gun was in my room, hidden away in the lockbox there - a lockbox for a locked box.
Maybe, if he knew how careful I was being, he'd be proud.
tapclicktapclicktapclick...
"Hailey." A voice interrupted my thoughts, my steps, froze my blood in my veins. I knew who it was, and while every fiber in my being told me to get out of here as soon as I could, get back to the hotel, get...
As much as I wanted to run, to find safety, I stood still at the voice.
Hunter's voice.
"You thought he'd be yours forever, didn't you? Thought that as long as you had him, I couldn't get to you..." Steps brought him to me, calloused fingers carefully running through rain-dampened hair, brushing across my face.
I shuddered at the touch, and tried to look him in the eye, but failed. I knew that touch.
Predatory.
"Leave me alone." I tried to step away, but fingers moved quickly, closed around my wrist, wrenched my arm - the pain shot through, and I realized how vulnerable I had become in thinking I was invincible.
"Let me tell you something, Hai..." Teasing - only one person used the shortened version of my name, one that had become almost - affectionate.
The sound of it now, however, made my stomach churl. "Little princesses are nothing but whores without their princes, aren't they? Where's yours?" A long, bitter pause. "Nowhere to be found." A dark sneer, amusement glinting in eyes. "You know why, Hailey? I told him. I told him you were merely using him and anything you've ever told him was a lie."
Laughter. Cold.
"He cried, you know that? He told me that he thought you loved him? Loved. And you know what? He said he'd die for you, to keep you safe..."
Hunter wrenches my arm again, and I cry out in pain - no one can hear me, I know.
"But right now, all you are is a little whore, and he's off drinking his pain away. It wasn't smart, leaving by yourself...raises questions."
Wrench. I can feel him starting to drag me, breath slamming against my ear, faint laughter.
"I'm gonna see how much of a whore his little princess really is, and then he'll get what he deserves."
Some people lie. Others tell the truth. Sometimes, it gets too twisted to really tell the difference.
-*-
It was drizzling again, the sound of water assaulting the pavement monotinous in being, the tap-click of my high heels keeping quiet rhythm - click click tap click tap tap...
My hair had fallen into my face, and for the moment, I do nothing about it - today has been odd, far more quiet than I thought it would be, given what had just happened.
It seemed he was - angry with me? Perhaps Randy had realized that I had taken the box with the gun back, and was preturbed with that. Or maybe he had realized that I was nothing more than trouble.
Maybe the fact that I was a formidable threat that re-dawned.
I had done damnage, after all. I'd killed Ric, I'd tried to kill myself, I still - I intended to kill again.
But tonight? I was alone - the gun was in my room, hidden away in the lockbox there - a lockbox for a locked box.
Maybe, if he knew how careful I was being, he'd be proud.
tapclicktapclicktapclick...
"Hailey." A voice interrupted my thoughts, my steps, froze my blood in my veins. I knew who it was, and while every fiber in my being told me to get out of here as soon as I could, get back to the hotel, get...
As much as I wanted to run, to find safety, I stood still at the voice.
Hunter's voice.
"You thought he'd be yours forever, didn't you? Thought that as long as you had him, I couldn't get to you..." Steps brought him to me, calloused fingers carefully running through rain-dampened hair, brushing across my face.
I shuddered at the touch, and tried to look him in the eye, but failed. I knew that touch.
Predatory.
"Leave me alone." I tried to step away, but fingers moved quickly, closed around my wrist, wrenched my arm - the pain shot through, and I realized how vulnerable I had become in thinking I was invincible.
"Let me tell you something, Hai..." Teasing - only one person used the shortened version of my name, one that had become almost - affectionate.
The sound of it now, however, made my stomach churl. "Little princesses are nothing but whores without their princes, aren't they? Where's yours?" A long, bitter pause. "Nowhere to be found." A dark sneer, amusement glinting in eyes. "You know why, Hailey? I told him. I told him you were merely using him and anything you've ever told him was a lie."
Laughter. Cold.
"He cried, you know that? He told me that he thought you loved him? Loved. And you know what? He said he'd die for you, to keep you safe..."
Hunter wrenches my arm again, and I cry out in pain - no one can hear me, I know.
"But right now, all you are is a little whore, and he's off drinking his pain away. It wasn't smart, leaving by yourself...raises questions."
Wrench. I can feel him starting to drag me, breath slamming against my ear, faint laughter.
"I'm gonna see how much of a whore his little princess really is, and then he'll get what he deserves."
