Page 59 of Blinded By Love

Hayden shakes his head lightly, turning towards the mirror and turns the sink on. “I don’t need someone yelling at me for my decisions. Carter does a great job of that.”

My eyes go back down to the bruise on his ribs. It’s an angry red and purple color. I’m shocked that he isn’t crying or sitting down. He shouldn’t even be standing.

I walk up to him and move him away from the sink. “Sit down,” I say, not looking at him. I grab a small towel and turn the sink handle to the hot side. I look at Hayden who is still standing next to me. “Do I have to repeat myself? Sit down so I can clean you up,” I say, in a meaner tone, hoping he just listens instead of making this harder.

I want to help him but God, I hate that I want to.

I hate Hayden Night so why do I have to feel this need to help him?

Hayden sits on the toilet, not taking his eyes off me. I place a towel under the hot water, wetting it a little before turning towards Hayden, going on my knees in front of him and making him look down at me. I place the towel on his eyebrow piercing making Hayden hiss.

“Do you want to take out the piercing?” I ask but he just shakes his head.

“No, leave it in, just don’t mess with it too much. Wipe the blood around it,” he says and I listen, wiping the blood that fell down his face.

Hayden keeps his eyes on me as I wipe the blood from his face. I go to his lip that’s busted which makes him wince again. I can’t help but say sorry to him, feeling bad that he’s in pain.

Once I’m done with his lip I look down at his hands which are worse than I thought. Not as bad as his face but his entire hand is covered in blood.

“What the hell did you do Hayden?” I ask as I start to wipe the blood off one of his hands.

“Don’t worry about it,” he mutters.

“It’s hard not to worry about it when you come back home in the middle of the night looking like this.”

“Just don’t worry about it. My life doesn’t concern you last time I checked.”

“I was just trying to be nice but there you go being an asshole again.” I stand up and go to the sink, putting the towel under the water. “You have this need to push people away when you have no clue the kind of damage your words or actions cause people. That’s probably why Carter-”

I’m cut off by a warm hand around my throat and my back against the wall. “Never, ever bring up that motherfucker and me in the same sentence again. As far as you’re concerned, you have no idea the kind of relationship me and Carter have so stay the fuck out of it.” Hayden leans closer and he gives my throat a threatening squeeze. He isn’t hurting me, if anything my stomach is tingling. What the hell is wrong with me? “Stay out of my way, don’t fuck with me again. I don’t know who you think you are, coming in here and demanding things but if it’s because of that little kiss I gave you, let me tell you something about that.” Hayden leans closer, his breath hitting my cheek. Anticipation and fury swim in my veins. I want to slap him and punch his chest but that would require showing him the pain he’s causing me. The psycho probably likes it. “That kiss was a mistake.”

Hayden lets go of my neck and backs away from me to go back to the sink.

A tear falls from my eye but I wipe it before he can notice. “Good thing I’m not going to kiss you anymore then right?”

Hayden doesn’t say anything back so I turn around and leave him in the bathroom alone, while I’m left alone with all of the thoughts that take over my mind again.

Twenty-Eight

Hayden

This is bullshit.

All of these meetings that Marco is making me go to with him always are but lately he’s been more needy, asking more questions.

We got back from Utah last night and I didn't have any time to take a breather before Marco requested me to see him again.

I saw him a few days ago in Utah when he made his men beat me until Marco thought it was enough. I still have bruises on my ribs and face from that night. I already know what Marco wants to talk about because he mentioned her name last time we spoke.

I pass Richard, the guard at the door. He nods at me to enter the club. There is a fight currently going on. I know one of the fighters because I went against him. There’s no bad blood between me and anyone I have fought, except one.

“Hayden, always a pleasure.” Eric walks towards me with a mischievous smile on his face.

The night I got beat up he was right next to Marco smiling like a lunatic. He’s too much of a bitch to fight me outside of a ring because he knows that there’s no one to save him if I were to kill him with my bare hands. If I ever got the chance, I would kill him slowly. Rip his fucking eyes out and make him swallow them.

The hate I have for him is unlike anything else. He’s the one who got me into this mess and soon he’ll have hell to pay for that.

Not now though.

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