hauntingly beautiful

Chapter 12

Hunter's Point of View
When I woke up the next morning, there was a light breeze tossing my hair out of my eyes.
I let out a tired groan, rolling to my side.
A small smile spread across my lips, when I saw Hayden right beside me.
Her usual thick, combed hair was reaching out in all different directions.
But, she still looked so beautiful.
I sucked in a deep breath, as I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket.
I lit the tip, as I inhaled the cigarette, releasing a puff of smoke.
I could see Hayden, who was still lying down, flinching.
I frowned, as her closed eyes squeezed tightly.
She muttered, "P-please. Please don't."
I examined her intently, caressing her pale cheek.
Was she having a nightmare?
Should I wake her up?
She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't catch, as her forehead started to heat up.
Her body began to move, as her legs kicked rapidly.
"N-no! Please stop!" she suddenly screamed.
She sat up straight, as her eyes flew open.
I stared at her with shock, as I stepped on the cigarette, letting the fire go out.
I tossed the burnt sigarette down the cliff, turning back to Hayden.
Her hand was pressed against her chest, as she breathed quickly.
I stared at her with concern. "Hayden? Are you alright?"
She seemed a bit startled to see me, but she nodded hesitantly.
"I-I'm fine. I just had a bad dream." she whispered.
I couldn't help but sympathsize how scared she looked.
There was so much painful emotions in her eyes.
There was hatred, sorrow, desperation, and fear.
Hayden made me so curious about her.
She was so mysterious, like she had something to hide.
"Could you bring me home now, please?" she asked, practically begging.
I bit my lower lip, nodding.
We paced down the trail of the mountain, hurrying to the car, which was right where I had left it the night before.
I began to drive out of the reservation, as Hayden tapped her fingers along the dashboard.
"So, what was your dream about?" I asked casually.
Hayden avoided eye contact, yet again.
How come she never looked at me when we spoke?
I gribbed the steering wheel, becoming irritated with the bad habit of her's.
"J-just the usual... monster thing." she stuttered.
I let out a deep breath.
Here she goes, again.
Has anyone ever taught this girl how to lie?
"Well, I hope it didn't scare you too much." I went along with it.
There was no point in pressuring her to tell me.
It was only going to make her feel uncomfortable around me.
Maddi's Point of View
I puckered my lips, which were coated with a thick sheet of lip gloss.
I tapped my fingers against my laptop's keyboard, punching in the search bar, Hayden Morris.
I scrolled down the list of results, clicking on the link that led to an old article.
I lifted my perfectly waxed eyebrows, as my eyes scanned down the page.
Jeremy Morris, was apparently the psychopathic father of Hayden.
He was an abusive father, who beat his two own children.
One night, the police found Jeremy and his son, Cameron, dead in their own pool of blood.
The only witness and survivor in the house was the youngest, Hayden.
Jeremy was found dead with a gun in his hand, guilty of murdering his only son.
I leaned back in my chair, a smirk placing on my lips.
I clicked the print button, as papers began to fly out of the printer.
Oh, Hayden.
You're going to regret ever stealing Hunter from me.