Chapitre 2: Two
Walking down the stairs after having such a hectic day, Hayes began to walk down the street for he didn't know exactly where the driver was and he was running out of patience and didn't really want to wait so he walked.
He pulled his hoodie off and accidentally bumped into some and he felt a liquid on his shirt while the hoodie was still covering his face, he pulled it off and then he saw a girl picking stuff from the floor.
He looked at his white shirt and saw green paint splattered all over it which made him extremely angry and he completely lost it and yelled.
"Are you blind?" He flipped his hair off his eyes and she stood up from the ground with painting items from the floor with an apology look on her face.
"I'm so sorry I didn't..."
"Sorry? Do you have any freaking idea how much this will cost?"
"I didn't see you coming..."
"Well you are blind then, how about you do me a freaking favour and hold on to a walking stick for people to know that you're blind ok?"
"I'm sorry about the shirt, how much is it? So I could purchase it for you." she softly said while she reached for her bag to take out some money from him.
"I don't want cheap money from you blind lady, just get the hell out of my site."
"Please, I insist on buying it for you. I know it's expensive, just tell me."
"Are you also deaf?"
"No sir."
"They get lost..." The driver stopped the car where they were. "... Get out of the car and go home, you are fired." he grabbed the keys and hopped into the car before he drove off completely filled with anger.
When he got home he threw the keys to one of the maids alongside his hoodie and his father looked at him from the dinning table where he was eating peacefully.
"Hayes!" He called out but he didn't even spare him a glance before he
shut the door.
His father; West Tates sighed as he knew his son's anger was something he was yet to understand. West knew that Hayes was not gonna keep calm till he woke up the next morning so he decided to let go of him. He will just talk to him the next morning.
He walked to his room and opened the door before shutting it behind him then something fell from his bedside cupboard. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and picked the picture frame from the floor whose glass had sadly broken into pieces.
He let out a small smile as he brushed his fingers against the picture of the mother of his son but he didn't really have a choice but to let her go for the good of Hayes.
Stormi Tates was a vicious woman and didn't want to have a child but eventually she got pregnant and was forced to keep the child for the sake of West but after Hayes was born not only did she hate her husband for making her give birth but she also hated the baby she gave birth too.
Stormi had tried in several occasions to kill Hayes as a baby so the responsibility could be off her shoulders but West was always careful and made sure she was left alone with the baby and when he got tired of having to protect his son from his mother he gave her a divorce notice which she signed immediately and left not even waiting for the lawyers words.
West knew Hayes growing up without his mother was hard especially after knowing her for six years then she suddenly disappeared even if his mother wasn't really caring he could clearly see the pain in Hayes eyes when Stormi left.
West held onto him like a little girl holding on to a teddy because he didn't want to lose his son due to anything any more, so he made sure Hayes didn't have to ask for his mother or even think of her.
He dropped the picture on the shelf in his room with it facing down before he walked into the bathroom to take a bath and have a good night sleep.
Hayes walked back and forth in his room while looking at the TV screen like he was slowly going crazy which he eventually was, he didn't know why he was nervous or why he was even walking back and forth while watching the blank TV screen.
He stopped and removed the shirt that was destroyed by the paint that she had accidentally splashed on him. He called out to a maid through the intercom and there was a knock on his door immediately.
"Wash this shirt and if it doesn't wash off burn it."
"Yes sir." The maid knew too well that if she didn't do as he said he would know and her job would be gone for good.
He shut the door thinking what to do next. Picking up a towel from its hanger he walked into the bathroom to take a bath and then he noticed a strand of hair on the sink and a black thong.
One thing he never does was to bring any girl he sleeps with to the house, he knew his father hated it so much so he didn't dare to bring one to the house so who on earth could possibly have the guts to come into his room to drop a thong and a strand of hair which was irritating the hell out of him already.
"Hey baby." he heard an oddly familiar voice from the bathroom door.
He turned around and saw the girl he had slept with at a club three nights ago. Trust me when I say it was by luck that he remembered her for he never remembers who has slept with and who he hasn't.
"Molly, what are you doing here?" He questioned while raising an eyebrow at her but she pretended as though she didn't hear and began to work closer to him.
"Aren't you happy to see me baby?" She tried to seduce him but she dropped her hand from him immediately.
"I don't know how the fuck you got in her but get the fuck out and I don't want to ever see you in my life again."
"Come on baby I'm not a bad girl I promise."
"Oh shut up! Get the hell out and pick this fucking trash up."
"Why are you so mean?" She asked not really wanting to back down from her act of seduction.
"You have five minutes or I will ruin your life for good." the moment he said that she picked her properties and was about to leave but he stopped her. "... If my father sees you, you will be dead before the sunrise and trust me it doesn't matter where the hell you are." The empty look in his eyes showed how serious he was so she left while being alarmed about who goes left and right.
He shut the door of the bathroom and turned on the shower and as soon as he was done with his bath he walked out with water dripping from his hair.
Taking the dryer from the cupboard he began to blow dry his hair and then he put it up in a short ponytail and tied a scarf around his head while thinking of what he was going to do with the bridesmaids dresses.
He shook his head and decided he would figure that out tomorrow for he was drained out of energy to even think of anything and work was just gonna stress him out right now.
He climbs on his fluffy bed and sets the pillows the way he usually puts them before he sleeps. He tucked himself and closed his eyes to sleep.
After hours of tossing and turning on the bed Hayes gave up on sleeping so he stood up and walked downstairs to see if he could get anything to make him sleep because he didn't even want to stay in his room.
He picked out a bucket of vanilla ice cream from the fridge and turned the lights on before walking to the couch. He turned on the TV screen before putting on a nickelodeon.
Regardless of the fact that Hayes was hot headed, ruthless and arrogant he never hurts children for he knew he was just a child within and ice cream was totally his father's fault for he eat quite a lot of ice cream as a child and eventually grew up and he loved watching kids channels when he wasn't watching news or anything important.
Though it was almost midnight Hayes didn't care he had his eyes fixed on the TV screen and the ice cream by his side.
He dropped the ice cream on the floor and slowly began to fall asleep on the couch so he made himself comfortable with the intention of waking up in an hour or two but there was no way in hell that was happening.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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