I am a Good Girl

Hayden's POV

It was the half way point of CC being gone and it was killing me. I was missing him like crazy.
All I seemed to do was sulk around his house and feed our dogs. Honestly, being in his house made it worse. I was constantly being reminded of him.
I returned to my apartment on a Saturday after work, I grabbed a few things before heading back to CC's. As I was packing a bag my phone rang from my back pocket. It was Simone.
"Hey Sim" I said, holding the phone up with my shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" She asked bluntly.
"Umm, not much. I'm gonna head back to CC's. Why?"
"Ugghhh, my date just bailed on tonight. Do you wanna go get drinks?" She asked hopefully.
"Ohh, I don't know hun..."
"Please Hayden! Come on, you've been a hermit for the last three weeks! A night out will do you good."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay fine, you convinced me. I'll meet you at eight then?"
"Sounds good! Catch you then!" She sung then quickly hung up.

Although didn't feel like going out, I did want to. So I made the decision to dress up nicely, taking extra care with my hair and make-up.
I wore a very tight fitting black dress that was cut into a deep V and the hem came to my knee.
As I walked into the restaurant to meet Simone, I felt confident.
When Simone spotted me, her eyes widened. "Well hello Hayden's cleavage! It's nice to see you!" She exaggerated.
"Oh shut up. You look not bad yourself I shrugged.
"Uh, excuse me, but I dressed up for a boy, not to get a boy" she winked.
"Yeah right."
"What's the bet that the first place we walk into, someone buys us drinks, thanks to your boobs?" Simone undoubtedly questioned.
"Guys buy me drinks anyways" I said, flicking my hair back.
"Oh, you think you're all that" Simone teased as she adjusted her off the shoulder top.
"Hmm, yeah. So, what are we ordering?" I said, taking the menu from the centre of the table.

Simone and I felt like we owned the night.
We strutted the sideways, knowing that everyone - even girls - were looking our way.
And who's to say we didn't like the attention? We loved it.
Every club we walked into, we were handed drinks. I don't think I got my cash out once.
It was about two in the morning and we were pretty smashed.
I watched on as Simone danced with a gorgeous guy she had adopted about an hour ago. She's totally taking him home tonight.
"Hey! Why aren't you out there dancing?" A man's voice yelled over the music.
I spun on my stool and saw my manager; Reece.
"Oh, hey! What's up!? I didn't know you came here!" I said surprised to see out of work. He looked damn handsome in his black jeans and baby blue short sleeved shirt.
"Yeah, just out with some friends. What about yourself?" He asked.
"Just me and Simone tonight! Girls night" I said, leaning closer to him.
"Well, it looks like she's found a guy" he nodded his head toward them.
I glanced over to see her lips locked against this guys.
"So much for girls night" I shrugged sarcastically.
"All well" Reece shrugged. "Can I buy you a drink?" He continued, moving closer to me this time.
"Why not?" I smirked.

The night seemed to fly by after I bumped into Reece. Turns out drunk me is very interested in Reece. And who wouldn’t be, he’s ripped as fuck. He has competed in body building competitions and has done some odd modelling jobs, not counting his Instagram.
I hadn’t noticed Simone leave, so when I didn’t go looking for her, Reece asked.
“So, how you getting home tonight?” He said with a cheeky little smile.
“Oh... I should find Simone it’s so late!” I slurred, looking at my phone.
“I think she left” Reece’s breath so close, I could feel it hit my ear.
“Really!? Fuck! I was crashing there and I left my keys at hers!” I giggled stupidly.
“Just come home with me. No big deal” he shrugged.
I pretended to think about it, but I really didn’t have another option. Besides, I wanted to lick his abs.
“Okay, we should go. It’s nearly five!”

My head was throbbing and my ears were ringing.
The only thing that I could really register was the drum solo blaring from my phone.
“Mmm, shut the fuck up” I moaned, reaching for my phone. I stretched my arm out, only reaching the edge of the mattress. I reluctantly opened my eyes to see it sitting on charge on the nightstand.
“What?” I groaned when I finally was able to answer it.
“Hayden! You fucking bitch where the fuck are you!” I assumed was Simone yelled at me.
“What? What you talking about?” I mumbled lying back down.
“I mean I’m in some shitty motel, in a sketchy part of town. My cash and cards are gone! I’m lucky I have my keys and phone. But also, I’m getting fucking massive migraine, which doesn’t surprise me cause I think I was drugged!”
“Simone, calm down. You probably just lost your purse” I said tiredly.
“ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING TO ME!? I THINK I WAS DRUGGED, YOU WHORE! My purse it literally lying on the floor, but I have nothing! You are gonna get your ass up and come fucking get me!”
“Sim, you’re joking right? That guy couldn’t have drugged you.”
“Well he did! Otherwise I wouldn’t have been robbed and fucking raped! I’m burning! I’m just praying it’s from an orgy and not an STD! Now come fucking get me!”
“Oh, you’re not kidding...” My eyes finally opening.
“NO! COME FUCKING GET ME!” Simone yelled again, before hanging up. She then texted me her location.
“Ahh, fuck” I sighed.
I tried to remember the night, but it wasn’t coming to me. Which made me wonder where I was, cause I wasn’t home...
“Morning Hayden.”
Confused, I looked up and saw Reece standing in the doorway, only wearing boxers and holding two mugs.
Oh God... What did I do?

Notes

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I can't say sorry cause this took over a month...
I think I'm either losing interest or don't have time...
I work full time guys, it's fucking hard! I can't be on here everyday anymore like I use too.
Anyways, the last few days have been really hard.
As you guys probably know, Chester Bennington commited suicide a few days ago and it has well and truly saddened me.
I fucking love Linkin Park. They are one of my favourite bands and I really can't believe it... I'm so heartbroken. The morning I found out, I felt like I couldn't function. The whole day I was a bit of a zombie. I put LP on in my car and I started crying when In The End came on. I cried when an interview surfaced saying about his cry for help. And it really makes me sad. I have so much love for him and his music and I will miss him.