Haylee's POV

I ran.
I ran as fast as I could back home because I couldn't handle all the laughs. All the gossips, all the chit-chat. All.
About.
Me.

They're gonna call me a pussy again are they?

I'm gonna be the hot trending topic for the rest of the school year, just from he first day?

Just then I received a call from an unknown number.
As always, listen to your parents. So, I ignored it and continued my way home.

I searched through my pocket for my front door keys. I opened the door and ran as fast as I could to my room. I did it as quiet as possible, considering that I do not want to make my parents worry and think I'm a physco again.

I locked the door and I never went out.

Not as long as I could remember.

Dylan's POV

2 months.

It has been two months since I've seen Haylee.
Every second of the day, I have always been wondering if she was okay, whether I have caused her to shut down or not.

Who am I kidding, of course I did.

I was the one who made her run away.

I was the one who made her shut down in front of me,

new 'friends',

and even herself.

Haylee's POV

3 weeks earlier

I heard a knock on the door.

"Honey, open up. I need to talk to you." my mom shouted.
I heard a few more bangs until she yelled "C'mon open up! You had'nt walked out  your room for a week! Talk to me at least!" As much as I didn't want to, I ran to the door and unlocked it and quickly walked back to my bed, otherwise my ears would fall of listening to her continuous banging.

Mom came in the room. She walked over my bed and sat on the edge. She patted my head that was buried under the blankets.

"I know something's wrong. You're shutting yourself from all of us again, just like you did 10 years ago. You did that for 4 years. iYou're 17 now. Please don't turn into a scared child like that again." My mom's voice sounded so worried that I had to look up from my blanket so I knew she wasn't really worried. I smiled at her, "Mom, I'm fine. You know me. I'll be okay, and I don't need anyone to talk to right now. I just want to be alone." I said, hoping she would be convinced.

She sighed. "Honey, you know that you have to go to school sooner or later right? Your friends might be waiting-"

"Mom, they tease me. They're not my friends." I turned around, facing the wall, no longer to my mom.

"C'mon. I'm pretty sure there's at least one friend that misses you, even though you just came for a day." My mom smiled and nudged my elbow.

Shoot, Dylan. I left him.

That's when I realized, I shouldn't have ran away from him. He was a good friend.

I don't wanna lose a good friend like him.

It's because of me.

He probably hates me by now. He doesn't miss me.

My mom sighed and said, "Well, if you don't want to go to therapy again, you better tell me every single damn thing about your first day of school. Since that evening when you came home an locked your bedroom door, I was shocked. I thought you will never go out there anymore. Besides, the door is weighs as much as an elephant. We tried to break it down, didn't work. I'm just glad you're here and not shutting us away from you anymore." she rubbed my back and kissed my cheek. I smiled. I have to tell her everything.

So I did.

Dylan's POV

The boring alarm woke me up, and again, its Monday.

I quickly took a shower and walked to school.

I went to my locker and all my friends weren't there yet. It was too early. The classes start at 9. I arrived here at 8. Stupid Dylan, did you really think you would meet Haylee today? Grow up, she's not coming back.

I really miss you, Haylee.

I was just starting to tear up but I heard the door open. I saw someone I've been waiting to see for these two fucking depressing months.

It's Haylee.

I was startled. I was shocked. Now, I'm the one who can't breathe.

Haylee looked at me and she stared at me. She's. So. Freaking. Beautiful.

"Haylee!" I ran to her and held her waist, carrying her. No big deal, I do this to my little sister all the time.

"Dylan.." she gave me a big, exquisite smile. I can picture this smile for decades.

"Man, I missed you so much." I said, putting her down.

"I missed you too. By the way, I need to tell you something, right now. Let's go to the cafeteria." she said so confidently that I was shocked. She changed, in a good way.

We walked to the cafeteria and sat down. I waited for her to speak as she cleared her throat.

"So, I just want to say sorry for the what I have done 2 months ago. I know you just met me, this is your 2nd day you have seen my face, and I don't want to say a lot, but I think you deserve to know." she paused, taking a deep breath. I watched her taking her time. I don't want to freak her out. I just got her. She's right, this is the 2nd day i have seen her face. Even though less than 48 hours that I have seen her, she's so beautiful I want to have her for myself.

"When I was 7 years old, my mom married my father. I thought he was really nice, but truly, he was a fucking monster. Every night, they would kiss me goodnight. My mom would always leave first since she was a busy woman. My dad, however, stayed in my room and he would wait for Mom to go out. He would beat me after. He slapped me, he kicked my stomach, throwing my drink to my face and cracking the glass to my body, for no reason.. and I-" she took a deep breath. I looked at her and she dropped a tear.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm so sorry." I held her hand making sure she was okay. She looked at our hand intertwining and she smiled. Her eyes lit up in some way that I can't help but smile back.

"He told me that if I told my mom about it, he will strangle me and do more and he will kick me out of the house. He also threatened to kill me in a really brutal way. If he changed his mind, he will kill my mom too.So.. each day I will have to cover it up but sadly, some cuts and bruises are still shown and I decided to shrug it off and go to school like that. Once I got there, students will glare and make fun of me. I have no idea why. Why didn't they help me? I had no friends. I got social anxiety afterwards. I did not leave my room for several hours that turned into days, weeks, months, even years. I lived like that for a long time, and now I'm here. To be honest, you were the first one who looked up at me. I thank you sooo much. I have no idea how to repay you." she gripped on my hand so tightly and I could feel her love. I smiled so wide my teeth started hurting. I walked up to her and she stood up. I hugged her, so tightly I could feel her struggling to catch a breath. I slowly let go.
"Haylee,I'm really sorry. I know you're scared and all but I.. I love you, to be honest, and I promise to never leave your side, okay?" Haylee blushed and nodded. "Thank you, I love you too." she smiled. I kissed her forehead and hugged her again.

Haylee's POV

1 year later...

It has been around a year and a week since the day he said he loved me. He asked me out 5 days later, making us boyfriend and girlfriend. He was being serious, he did not leave me even for a day. He will always spend time with me. He comforted me whenever I did not feel like myself. He did just as he promised. He never stopped loving me ever since,

and I love him just the same.

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