Ashley
I heard Hayden calling my name. His voice echoed behind me, but I refused to stop. My legs carried me faster down the street, away from the blaring music of the club, away from him, away from what I just saw. My heart was pounding, not because I was afraid, but because I was furious. I could feel the heat in my chest, the anger building with every step I took.
What was he doing with them? My mind kept repeating the question over and over like a broken record. Hayden. With those boys. The ones everyone knew about. The ones whispered about in disgust and fear. The ones who thrived off selling drugs and poisoning lives. He was with them, laughing, talking with them, acting like one of them.
My mind replayed it countless times and all I could think of at that moment was being left al
