Chapter 1

Hayley's POV

5 hours Earlier

"Yeah, ok Mom" I said to my Mom for about the hundredth time in that hour.

"Just remember, no drinking, no drugs and absolutely no boys" She said from the kitchen, I could have recited those words with because she said them about a million times today.

"For god sakes Mom, I am 17 not 12" I shouted.

"Don't give me that talk Hayley, I know your 17, it's just that your brother is dealing drugs and he knows that I know and he's not stopping, I just hope you won't do that" She said to me as she walked into the living room holding my skinny jeans and blue, sparkly halter top, which is so cute if a might add. She still ironed my stuff because I over-heard her say to my dad that she didn't want me to grow up, which was totally fine by me because that means less laundry equals more time to go out.

"It's OK mom this is Virginia not many drug dealers here" I said trying to calm her nerves, I did truly care about her it's just that sometimes she can be a bit protective, oh come on I'm 17 I can take care of myself.

"Fine, fine, oh here are you cloths" She said as she handed me my cloths. I smiled.

"Thanks Mom" I said and hugged her "I'm going to get changed"

"OK, when you go out I want you back by curfew and take your cell phone"

"OK, OK" I said as I walked up to the stairs into my bedroom.

My bedroom was medium sized it had Paramore and Three Days Grace posters all over the wall where my bed was, don't get me wrong I'm not a goth I just like the bands because they make good music, across the room from my bed was my window seat over-looking the garden and the woods that formed a fence round it as I walked to my bed to get changed I had a feeling something was watching me and as it turns out a crow was sitting in the maple tree that I used to climb out of my room to go to parties that my mom wouldn't let me go to, the crow was sitting of the branch that was level to my window it was staring straight at me it had eyes the colour of oak leaves in the spring which was odd because I thought all crows had amber eyes, maybe they don't, maybe all crows have different eye colours like humans do. But what chilled me to the bone was the way it was staring at me like I was it's dinner.