Page 58 of Blinded By Love

Hayden shakes his head lightly and licks his bottom lip. I look down at his hand which is in his pocket, making him look standoffish and unbothered but I know his hands are fisted.

“Maybe I just want to be alone and not followed everywhere by some desperate girl.”

My heart cracks and that little voice in my head starts yelling at me saying, “I told you.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? I’m not the one who made the first move, you did. If anyone is desperate it’s you, you fucking asshole.”

Hayden chuckles darkly. “You really think I made the first move just so I can take you in the back of an alley? No, princess, I did it to see how easy you are. It’s just like four years ago. I mean, let’s be honest, you probably would have let me up your dress, wouldn’t you?”

I can’t help but raise my hand and slap him on the side of his face. A single tear slides down my cheek, thank God the light in this alley is dim so he can’t see the pain and tears.

I don’t even know what to say to him and I can’t stand to look at him any longer. I get out of the space between him and the wall, leaving him alone in the alley.

Once again I’m that little teenage girl that no one wanted.

My mind does that overthinking thing and I desperately try not to cry because it’s the New Year officially.

I can’t cry at the beginning of the month.

It’s too early.

Twenty-Seven

Jaclyn

Sounds from downstairs wake me up in the middle of the night.

It’s currently 3:23 a.m.

Natalia, Chris, and I got home about two hours ago, without Hayden.

Chris said that Hayden texted him that he left because he needed to take care of something. During the drive home I couldn’t help but think what that something was.

I left Hayden alone in that alley while trying not to cry because I promised myself to not cry over boys anymore because what was the point.

Especially since it’s the beginning of the month and a New Year.

I did warn myself about Hayden so why couldn’t I just listen?

Hayden even told me clearly what he was going to do.

All men are the same, they’re after one thing only and once they get it, they're gone.

Hayden doesn’t care so why do I? Why do I feel so much more for him even though we only had two kisses and maybe a few days of us being nice to one another?

It’s like my thoughts regarding Hayden turn obsessive and I can’t shut my brain off from thinking of it.

Instead of thinking more about Hayden I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, but as I’m opening the door I see a familiar figure leaned over the sink, grunting as if they’re in pain.

I furrow my eyebrows and am about to turn on the lights but his voice stops me. “Don’t turn on the fucking light.”

There is a window in the bathroom so the moonlight is shining through the opening making me see him a little bit but I can’t see why he would sound like he’s in pain.

“Why? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I ask, not stopping myself from wanting to care about him even though he was cold towards me a few hours ago. Hayden leans off the counter and stands up straight making me see his bare chest. There are cuts on his chest and a bruise forming on his ribs. I look at his face and he has a bruised eye and busted lip. Blood is dripping from his eyebrow piercing down his cheek. My jaw drops to the floor and something in my stomach turns. I don’t even want to look at his fists. I walk towards him and bring his face down so I can look at his injuries closer. “Who did this to you?” Hayden tries to take my hands off his face but I don’t let him. “What happened? Why do you look like this?'' I ask, my eyes trailing all over his face.

Hayden manages to take my hands off his face and he backs away from me slowly. “I fight, remember?”

“Yea but you never look like this after getting out of the ring so what happened? Why did you even leave the club in the first place for a fight?”

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