Bad Things ► Justin Foley ✖ Maya Hart | DISCONTINUED

Chapter 13 - Tape 6, Side B

a/n : so here's the next chapter! i hope you are liking how the story flows and I'm sorry if you don't. I'm really trying my best to make this story interesting so I hope you hold on. Enjoy reading! xx btw, words that are in italic means that it's all flashbacks. words in italic + bold, those are Hannah's words.

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Maya Hart

"You'll break up with him, right?" his manic voice whispered against my ear. I winced and moved away as far as I can even though it's impossible because he tied me on a chair. My head my pulled back and a yelp escaped my lips.

"I want an answer my dear angel," he said and I felt his hot breathe fan my face. I gulped and licked my lips. "Don't hurt Justin please. . ." I pleaded and he chuckled. "I'll do anything. And when I say anything, you know that I'll do anything to remove him from your life,"

"No one can love you more than I can Maya Hart," he said and left open mouthed kisses on my jawline, making me squirm. "I'll be back for you. Remember that,"

I gasped as my eyes bolted open. I blinked while my chest is rising and falling in a fast pace. I stared at my pitch black ceiling as I felt my sweat trickling down from my forehead and down to my scalp. I sat up and felt my pyjama stick to my body. I looked at my bedsheet and felt it; It's quite wet and I'm guessing it's from my nightmare. . .

He's always appearing. Each night. It's still him. Just like last year. . . I nibbled on my bottom lip as I cradled my hands on my lap. My dreams has been really bothering me. Why? Because most of my dreams comes true. What if. . . What if one day, I'll just find myself tied on a chair and him raping me.

No, he loves me too much to do that. He wouldn't do anything to disappoint me. He'll obliged in anything I say just as I stay with him and promise my heart to him.

I went to my closet, my feet paddling on the cold wood floors making me shudder. I grabbed my gray hoodie and pulled it over my head to cover my thin pyjama top. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and changed into it. I looked at my clock to see that it's two in the morning. I wore my flats, grabbed my phone, and my bag that contains all the cassettes, player, and my headphones.

I walked out my room and quietly walked out of the house. Once I successfully did, I took out the cassette player and headphones, putting it on my head. I hit play and Hannah's voice filled my ears.

"Remember all the things that happened to me? They are awful, I know. But even though there are all awful, I was still holding on to something. Someone. I was still holding on to that person because I know she wouldn't leave me hanging in the air like all of you did. But, I was wrong. This is all about you. . . Welcome to your tape Maya Hart,"

I walked to Hannah after I received the horrible picture. What the fuck is Justin Foley thinking? That he could just spread around  that picture? 

Hannah is looking so down as people kept looking at her. Some laughing, some sexually frustrated. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Hannah's arm gently. She looked at me and I smiled at her.

"Hey," I began and she smiled a bit. "Hey. . ." she replied. I sighed and hugged her. She hugged me back and I felt so bad for her. Just because of one good damn picture sent by Justin Foley, aka Liberty High's number one jock, her life is going to change. For sure.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I quietly asked and she sighed. "I. . . Let's just forget about it. Thank you, for being by my side,"  she mumbled and we parted. I smiled at her and linked my arms with her as we walked down the hallways, me trying to lift her spirits.

"I know you might be thinking, what did you do wrong? What did you do wrong that made you part of my 13 reasons why. Well to be honest Maya, you don't deserve to be in my list. But if I'm going to tell people what happened to my life, you need to be there. Along with Clay,"

"Hannah! Hannah!" I called out. She turned around and smiled a bit at me. "Hey Maya," she said. I stopped by her side and grabbed her hand. I gave it a light squeeze.

"Are you guys going to hook up? Holy shit! Live show," the both of us looked at our back to see Montgomery biting his bottom lip while checking us out. I rolled by eyes and flipped him off. "Go fuck yourself Montgomery," I scowled before dragging Hannah away from all the judgmental eyes.

Hannah's reputation is going downhill because of all the shitty people surrounding us. First, Justin. Because of the fucking picture. Next, it's Alex. Because of the fucking list. Then Jessica spreading rumors about Hannah being a slut. Tyler taking a photo of Hannah and Courtney. Fucking Courtney Crimsen. I never liked that bitch.

Courtney betrays Hannah saying that it's not her and threw her under the fucking bus. Next, Marcus because he's an asshole. Thinking Hannah is an easy catch. Then Zach, took all her notes from Hannah's bin. Ryan then toke Hannah's poem and posted it without her consent which is bullshit.

How do I know all of these? Because I'm the only one Hannah could come up to. I'm the only person that didn't leave her side even though my reputation is being damaged. I don't even care about my reputation. I just want Hannah to don't feel lonely. I want to be by her side whatever happens. I was her crying shoulder.

We entered an empty classroom and sat opposite to each other. We we're eloped by a comfortable silence before she started sobbing. I went to her and hugged her tight.

"Shh. . . Hannah. Don't listen to them. You know they only talk crap. Like they say, you are what you eat," I mumbled and Hannah laughed a bit. I broke the hug and offered her my hanky which she took. She wiped her tears and sniffed a couple of times.

"What would I do without you?" she asked and I grinned. "Oh I don't know. Commit suicide or something," we both chuckled at what I said. "Come on, it's almost lunch. I heard they're serving apple pie for dessert," I said and we both left the classroom.

"You were there for me when no one else was and for once in my live. I saw a light. I saw a light in my dark life. Then, Jessica's party started. Remember what I said on Justin's tape? That during that night, there were three stories? Well, I already told you guys the two others, and now I'll be telling you the third and last story that happened that night,"

Someone grabbed my shoulder that made me let out a yelp and jump. I could feel my soul floating away and my heart beating so fast that I can have a heart attack. I looked behind me to see Tony standing there with his usual leather jacket.

I paused the player and breathed in a steady pace, my chest contracting painfully a couple of times making me hit it with my fist gently. Tony looked at me with concern and was about to hold me when I held a hand in front of him, taking a deep breathe.

"I'm good," I said and he sighed in relief. "But seriously Tony, don't sneak up on me like that. It's creepy shit man!" I said and he smiled a bit. He looked at the cassette player in my hands before meeting my eyes. "So are you done with your tape?" he asked and that causes me to nibble on my bottom lip.

"She's about to tell the third story. On the night of Jessica's party," I mumbled and he nodded. He gestured over his shoulder and I saw his red mustang. "I'll drive you,"

I frowned. "Drive me where?" I asked and I slowly followed him to his car. "Somewhere you'll feel relaxed listening to that tape," he said and I slowly nodded.

I got in the car, buckled my seatbelt, and Tony turned his keys in the ignition. The car roared too life and we drove off my neighborhood. I looked at Tony while I'm holding the player on my lap. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from asking a question that's been really bothering me but before I could stop myself, my lips blurted it out.

"Did I kill Hannah Baker? Did I kill my bestfriend?" I asked and he glanced at me for a while before returning his gaze on the road. "Yes. We all killed Hannah Baker. We all let her down," he said and I felt bile rising up to my throat but I pushed it down.

I looked out the window and couldn't help but feel guilt wash over me. I killed her. I killed my bestfriend. . .