I am dedicating this chapter to Fea, whose comment was the one that really made me feel TERRIBLE about not writing. I hope you like this chapter my dear.

Thank you to:

squidluvr4eva– thank you for being the reviewer through ALL of this, reviewing all slowly updated chapters. I'm sorry about the short chapters. I'll see what I can do. THANK YOU! SO MUCH! You don't know how much it means

Crazy Chica 91 – haha aren't my random times JUST wonderful?!? Hope you like this

mel15 – ok so this chapter didn't explain why Freddy cut, but the next one will. I still cut, and it's REALLY hard to go through, but I'm slowly coming out of it. I'm glad I did it well

Fea – wow.. I'd just like to apologize and thank you for the words you said, which really weren't a whole essay, but they were the ones that made me feel REALLY guilty about not writing... I hope this is ok.

Chapter Four

Long Lost Hatrid

Hayden sprawled on the mattress in the corner of the small apartment and stared at the ceiling. She wasn't sure what she had gotten herself into with Freddy. She knew she would be leaving Dewey's soon, but... she connected with the young blonde so well, she couldn't help but give in to his chocolate eyes. But when she thought about it, she was never completely sure of what she was doing. She was a person who lived her life on impulse, usually looking back with regrets. When she was a little girl and she sat on her grandfather's khaki covered knee, he would always tell her that the reason put eyes in the front of her head was so that she could look forward not back. She always wanted to be one of those people, who could let go and enjoy life. But that boat had already sailed.

Hayden brought the brown bottle to her moist lips. She took yet another swig. She almost laughed at herself. When she was young, she was the one with the pigtails and bows and twirling pink dresses. Where was she now? Bottom of the bottle and slit veins. She didn't understand the extent of her actions or her situation anymore. She was numb to all of that. She was numb to the world. She was numb to everything except for love. Hayden had never felt true love from anyone except her mother. Her mother is her everything and when she was taken away from her, she lost a part of herself.

Hayden listened to the rain beat against the windowpane. Faster and faster, hitting harder and harder against the glass pane. It almost resembled her heart. But that didn't stop her from finishing of the fourth beer.

It was odd to her that Dewey never noticed the hangover the next morning. Freddy did. But Freddy was sometimes the one being hung over with her the next morning. So it really didn't matter. Maybe it was the fact that Dewey was on this whole 24/7 drunk/high streak type of thing. That was her theory about Dewey; not much could bring the man down.

Through the hard beating of rain, she faintly heard a knock on the door. She waited; unsure of if it was just her drunk mind fooling her, or if there really was someone at the door at... 1:07 a.m. Who knew, this was Chicago. She heard a stronger knock. Hayden cocked an eyebrow. It might be Freddy. When he needs escape from his home he usually comes here and brings along some alcohol, but usually just a pillow. Hayden got up, maybe a little too quickly.

"Ow" She whispered, bringing her hand to her head. She slowly drew back the plaid shower curtains that separated her from the rest of the small apartment. And also provided her with privacy that she needed to get away with things normal 15 year olds don't. Bottle in hand, Hayden stumbled across the living room, through the kitchen, running into a chair on her way out.

"Fuck" she cursed herself. She finally reached the door, placing a cold hand over the brass knob. Without even checking the peep hole, she swung the door open. This might have been the biggest mistake yet. What could a 15 year old drunk girl do? She expected her best friend. She got something much, much worse.

"Hayden" a tall man said with no expression. His broad shoulders draped in a wet black cloak, a black cap covering his hair and masking his eyes. Hayden gulped; tears stung her eyes. She swung the door, trying to close it. The man caught it.

"Hayden. Don't run from me. You know what happens when you run from me".

A shiver went down Hayden's spine. Her body jolted with a sudden sense of reality. Her father stood in front of her. He had come for her, like he always told her he would. A lump in her throat, tears in her eyes, a bottle in her hand; Hayden was more scared than she had ever been in her life. She wasn't sure what to do. She tried to take a step back, tried to ward him off with her arms. Her body wouldn't move. She tried to scream. Her voice was lost. All mental strength, all physical strength had disappeared along with a comprehension of exactly she had gotten into in her life. The only action Hayden performed was the dropping of the almost empty beer bottle, shattering on the tattered wooden floor, and her jaw dropped along with her intoxicant.

"Ah... I... Ah... Eh..." faints sounds escaped Hayden's mouth. Her father bent over and picked up a shard of glass.

"Why did you run from your father Hayden?" Her father took a step closer to her. She tried to take a steady step back but tripped on the neck of the bottle which remained in a cylinder. She landed on the ground, her hand driven into a piece of glass. She winced in pain as she looked down at the bloody mess.

"Oh... No worries about that little scratch" Her father said with a small smirk.

"Uhh... Ow... Ahh..." Hayden muttered, still completely incomprehensive.

"Get up" her father muttered fiercely. Hayden slowly stood, not bothering to wipe the blood now running down her hand, still stinging as if a thousand knives drove into her hand. He took a step closer to her, she didn't take a step back this time; knowing that the punishment would be far worse than what she was about to get. She only took a deep gulp. Her breath became short as she could smell the smoke on his jacket. She didn't dare look up.

"Where is your mother" he said gruffly.

"I don't know" Hayden squeaked.

"You KNOW where your mother is. Now it's time to share." He said a bit louder, holding the cold, sharp piece of glass to her cheek.

"I don't know where she is. She sent me here and left" Hayden explained. She didn't know where her mother was. This was the first time she could possibly die over it.

Her father pulled the glass across her face sharply and quickly. "YOU KNOW WHERE SHE IS!" He kicked Hayden to the ground again. Blood now coming from her cheek in immense amounts, her hand still bleeding.

"I don't know!" Hayden screamed, tears flooding her cheeks, burning the long cut.

"I will know if you are lying to me Hayden. I WILL be back" He threw the piece of glass at her. She only looked away. She only felt the blood trickling down her hand and cheek. She only felt steps coming from the living room as the door to the apartment shut. She only felt herself dying inside.

"Hayden... Hayden???" Were the last words Hayden heard before her world went black.
No she's not dead, no the story isn't over, and yes I feel bad about taking months to do this! I had finals and I was totally stressed but thank you all who waited for this.

I will have another chapter up by the end of the week. I'm working on it right now