Twenty five

274 6 1
                                    

I lay in bed and try hard to not move spring break is over and my whole body looks like a tomatoes shit. My jet black hair is all greasy and smells horrible but I'm in so much pain I can't move.

Next day.....

I pull my covers off as I attempt to get up my sunburn isn't as visible anymore it's 11 am when I wake up
Damn
I walk out my room and I notice no one is home so I go into the kitchen and I see a note .

We are going to your see your aunt Ling for 3 weeks and your sisters is going to a Beyoncé concert -mom

I throw the paper in the trash and I quickly take a nice shower and I brush my teeth . I'm trying something new so I grab blue dye and I add blue highlights and well I think I look pretty good . I hear my phone ring and I rush over to it .

"Hello ?" I say .
"Hey Gia it's Nash how are you "
"I'm chill how are you,"
"Pretty great anyway I was wondering if you wanted to maybe hangout ?"
"Um sure ,"
"Ok cool I'll be there soon,"
Just like that the call ends .

His voice sounded a little bit I just shrug it off , I grab a white tight tank top with ripped jean shorts and I gray flannel around my waist with white high top converse . I cake my face up making my highlighting perfect . I flat iron my hair making the blue highlights very visible I then wear my gold watch and diamond earrings . I hear my doorbell ring and I scurry to the door. When I open the door my smile fades .
"What the fuck do you want Hayes," I ask coldy.

"Nash had something last minute and he wanted me to take you out ."
"Bullshit it was you on the phone ,"
"Gia-"
"Your pathetic you know that ."
"And your just another dumb slut "
My face turns red and I punch him across the face he holds his nose as he stumbles back on my lawn . I walk after him holding my knuckles .

"What the fuck you bitch ," he pushes me to the ground .
I kick him in his balls and I tackle him I through slaps all I think about is how he ruined everything for me how he bullied me and how he made me feel worthless , I could tell my hits weren't hurting him anymore so I gave up .
" we both needed that ," he laughs as he spits out a little blood . I just wipe my face even though he never hit me back . I get up and sprint as far as I can from Hayes .

Bruised love: Hayes gWhere stories live. Discover now