"Hayden...please stop. I’m scared...let’s just go..." I pleaded as I tugged on his arm.
"Yeah! Just go! Get out of my party," Josh spat as he shooed us with his hand.
"Touch her again and I’ll do more than just kill you and your entire family..." Hayden said emotionlessly as if stating a fact.
It was worse than a threat, to him, it was the just the plain truth. I saw the image of Hayden’s father whacking him with a gun and I could imagine his words becoming true.
Hayden grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the lounge without looking back. The guards looked at each other awkwardly before they just stood there silently, watching Hayden and I leave. His hands are so cold, and they gripped mine so tightly that it hurts. He was walking way to fast for me to keep up and I had to run after him.
My mind was clearer now, I guess the shock from all that had happened helped dampen the effects of the alcohol. That or I just had enough time to sober up a bit.
"Hayden..." I called his name softly, but he didn’t turn around or acknowledge me at all.
I could tell that he was angry, like really really angry. He dragged me behind him all the way to his car and then opened the passenger door and shoved me into the car. I heard the car door close with a slam and then Hayden got into the driver’s seat.
I have never seen Hayden so mad before. To be honest, I have never seen anyone this angry before in my life and he was scaring me. I didn’t know how to react or what to say. The worst part was that throughout it all, Hayden had not said anything to me.
Without even glancing over at me, Hayden started the car and began driving at a much faster speed than on the way here. I think we didn’t drive for long but the suffocating atmosphere inside the car made it feel as if many eternities had passed. The silence was killing me.
Hayden kept his eyes on the road, his face blank and stiff like stone. I glanced at him from time to time, but I couldn’t see any change in his stiff handsome face. I was so scared. Somehow, I knew that under that calm surface was a bomb ticking and just waiting to explode.
"Why did you let him touch you like that?" Hayden said after being silent after all this time.
"What? I didn’t let him touch me...he just did it..." I said, firmly stating the truth.
"Really? It looked like you two were pretty chummy. Are you sure that you weren’t intentionally leading him on?" Hayden hissed, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at me.
"I never did anything like that!" I denied loudly.
"You were pretty happy when he held your hand. You were smiling an awful lot too," Hayden stated his observation. His tone emotionless.
"No...I..." I continued to deny his claims.
"Tell me, Malissa, who is the owner of this little left hand of yours?" Hayden asked, lacing his fingers with the fingers of my left hand.
Ok...I think I’m starting to get what this whole mess was about now. Hayden is upset because someone else touched his ’property’.
"Yours..." I replied, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.
"Good. Then why did you let someone else touch it!" Hayden screamed so loudly at me that I winced and screwed my eyes shut.
--To be continued...