One’s Beloved Hayden's apprehension rose when he heard the first shot ring out. He packed his car at the side of the road and launched into a run. The man he'd been tracking was nearby, which means that it was only a matter of minutes before he would be able to get to them. When the second shot rang out, he bent and covered his ears for a moment, still running. He was breathing harshly when he came upon the field. The first thing he saw was the large tent in the middle of the garden. It was a beautiful garden, alive with blooming flowers of all kinds. It was definitely the kind of place to have a peaceful wedding if the bride wasn’t kidnapped and forced against her own will. The flap covering the tent opened and a number of people jumped out. The figures looked like Lolita's family—her parents and brother with a little girl—accompanied by a priest in a purple robe. They were shouting, pointing below them. Then he saw what they were seeing: Rocky with an army of six men, running to
The Broken Oak Hayden was dazed. He vaguely heard Rocky talking about the casualties they had in battle. Hayden wanted to scream at him, to ask him to shut the hell up, but he couldn’t find the voice. Besides, Rocky was speaking to someone else about the incident. Hayden didn’t know who that was and he didn’t want to know. He was in the hospital, sitting on a long steel bench. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, but he wasn’t leaving any time soon. There had been no updates about Lolita’s injuries, and she had been in the emergency ward for 48 hours now. “Why are you still here? We don’t want you here!” A voice penetrated into his dreams. Hayden slowly raised his head. He was looking into the face of Lolita’s mother, Mrs. Adams. Her face was tear-streaked with sorrows and she was supported by her husband and son, both of whom glared at him like he was filth. Hayden didn’t care. Nothing else mattered other than Lolita. He was replaying the scene over and over in his head, when
Sammy’s Last Wishes Hayden found himself in Tessa’s funeral first. Rocky had driven him to Chicago, promising that it was easier to deal with Tessa first and then Samantha later. The funeral was just rounding up when they arrived. It was 5pm and the guests had begun to leave. Hayden stayed in the car, peering out of the window. There were at least 30 people present, all murmuring about how she was a good kid who just needed help. “Do you want to go closer?” Rocky asked from the driver’s seat. “No.” Hayden replied. “They’re so loud, I can hear them from here.” It wasn’t hard to identify Tessa’s parents. The mother wore a huge fancy fascinator and was weeping theatrically at the side. The father was receiving handshakes and sealed envelopes. They had five other little kids with them who just won’t stay put. Tessa’s grave was situated in the state’s mass graveyard, right beside hundreds of other graves. There were fresh flowers on hers, but none of them looked thoughtful enough. It f
Death Calls When No one Answers The ride back to New York was the most silent, depressing thing Hayden’s ever been in, and he had been in a lot of depressing scenarios. It had just never affected him before, not like this. He could hear Rocky’s thoughts through his actions: the way he peered at Hayden when he thought he wasn’t looking, the way he quietly and silently stops at intervals and leave the car for Hayden to have a moment to himself, and the way he buys snacks and food on the way and place it on the center console without asking if Hayden needed food. These were all the tell signs that he had fallen from the lord he used to be to a whimpering person, lost in the passions of his own emotions. Hayden wasn’t entirely sure he liked the change, but he didn’t object to it either. It was a welcome adjustment to how he felt most of the time. Now he could really dwell in sadness and self-pity. When they got to the hospital, Hayden went straight to his position on the bench in the w
Knight in Dark Armor Hayden stared at Lolita, taking in her features. Her red hair was short and scanty on her head. Her face was bloated and covered with an oxygen mask. One of her legs was raised in a cast and a bandaged arm lay across her stomach. She looked horrible. She looked so, so bad. He was sure that if he removed the mask from her mouth, she’d surely stop breathing. It was all that was holding her together, otherwise she was as good as dead. Six was a crowd, so the doctor asked only two people to remain in the room with her. Mrs. Adams wanted Hayden to stay back with her so she sent the rest away. She sat on Lolita’s other side, touching her hand. Hayden’s head was blank as he stared at her. He felt nothing, saw nothing. It was just Lolita, lying on the bed, half dead. “Why can’t she survive this?” He asked Mrs. Adams. “You just have to hold on and see if she’ll wake up.” “Huh?” Mrs. Adams looked at him and then at her daughter. “We can’t. It’s better to let her off the
Wallflower Saying goodbye to someone who was at the brisk of life and death was crazy, but Hayden did. He was in that mix of craziness too, where he was beginning to question his sanity. Was he strong willed or was he about to confront the greatest enemy he ever had. “I will be back for you soon,” he promised Lolita. Hayden lowered his head to kiss her gently on the tips of her finger. When he straightened, he saw a gnarly bite on her neck. He was filled with disgust when he realized it was the one his brother had given her. It was his signature mark, biting hard into her skin to leave a scar so she would remember him. It was sick and totally twisted. She was in a better hospital now, he convinced himself as he left. Within twenty-four hours, Rocky had found one of the best that would be convenient for both him and her family. *************** It took Hayden two days by road to get to Detroit, where his brother coincidentally was. Rocky had given him a brief on his movements. App
Wild Cards Jarrod opened the door widely and moved to the side so Hayden would walk pass. He had a huge grin on his face, as though he was genuinely happy to see Hayden. The women removed their coats and dumped it on the armrest of a couch, revealing the exposed attire they wore underneath. It was a nice, little room. It had a fireplace that burned in low flames. The chairs were worn and had some tear, but they looked comfortable. Most of all, it was untidy. There were empty bottles of alcohol strewn around the room, filled ashtrays and dirty plates and cups all over. Jarrod must have been reusing all his utensils without thinking of washing them. “Nice place,” Hayden commented lightly as he threw himself on one of the worn chairs. “Must have cost you quite a fortune to get it.” Jarrod grinned as he took off his own coat. “You know it didn’t cost me anything to get it, Hayden. If you want answers, you should know that the nice old couples who lived here deemed me dangerous when
All of the Reasons Why Hayden regarded his empty glass cup with a cool expression. His brother could be bluffing for all he knows. Besides, there had been no time for Jarrod to put on the poison. The prostitute he called ‘Red’ had washed the cup and brought back a clean one. Unless she had slipped something in when he wasn’t looking? Hayden’s mind began to race. He searched for the girl with his eyes and found her behind him on the floor, entwined in the arms of her colleague, both naked. They were so deep in their own world that every other thing went unnoticed. What were the odds that she would have poisoned his cup before handing it over to Jarrod? “Do you want to know?” Jarrod asked with a smirk. He watched Hayden’s movements with amusement, marveled by his fast thinking and his questionable glances. Hayden took his eyes off the girls and on Jarrod. “I’d say you’re bluffing. There was no way you would have done it.” Jarrod laughed. It was low and full of humor, as though eve