Hayley hadn't tried to track down the girl from yesterday. For one thing, she was sporting a black eye and her face still ached from the blow she'd taken. She was a semi-trained professional vigilante, but even then she'd been caught completely off guard ( Read more... )

Hayley stirred awake and was quickly aware of two very scary facts ( Read more... )

Hayley had a cigarette between her lips, a bottle of cheap whiskey in her hand, and her leather jacket pulled tight around her. Settled in, sitting on the porch, she almost looked like she felt at home. She'd made a bunch of mistakes last night, horrific, awful mistakes. She couldn't undo them and she could feel the weight of it all eating her up ( Read more... )

Hayley had locked the door to her room tightly, drawn the curtains closed and made sure she hadn't seen a single squirrel outside. She walked over to her CD player, placed Elvis' greatest hits inside, and pressed play.

( This is going to get severely dark, adult themes, language, hero worship, big old giant warning. )

Hayley hadn't stayed at the slumber party. She hadn't fit in at all, and making her way out of that situation had proven way better for her than trying to stick around ( Read more... )