Chapter 34 Rowyn Hale
thirty-four
Rowyn Hale
Lost Mind
My eyes crack open slowly, and I instantly shut them.
My head throbs like I’ve been pulled awake from somewhere too deep in my mind.
For a second, I’m confused, but then I lift my fingers, bringing them to my hair and everything comes rushing back.
I shoot up in bed, my heart beating faster in my chest, and finally I scream, letting the tears fall as I survey the area.
Strands of hair cover my bed and I scream again.
Lifting my hands to my head, I feel the cut locks.
All my hair is chopped off. Why would he do this?
It’s all fucking gone. My hair that was once so long is now shoulder length and choppy.
“No! No! No!” my voice rasps. The pieces are scattered all over my bed and floor.
Why? Why would he cut my hair? What the fuck is wrong with him.
This wasn’t a warning. This was a message.
He knew exactly what he was doing. My punishment for doing exactly what was asked of me.
Jumping out of bed, I trip over myself as I run to Misti’s mirror.
There it is. Just my ugly face with chopped hair.
How on earth am I going to fix this? Chunks missing, crooked edges.
One side is shorter than the other. My stomach turns as bile rises in my throat.
I want to hurt him. I want to fucking kill him for this.
He could’ve done anything else but my hair.
My fucking hair. I snarl at myself in the mirror then stomp over to my night stand, and with shaky hands, I pick up my phone and pull up the thread I have with Elliot and shoot off a text to him.
Me:
Why do you all hate me so much to hurt me like this! Why?
Ugh, I hate them. I don’t understand why Grayson keeps gunning for me.
I let the tears spill because what else am I going to do?
I'm too afraid to show up at his dorm and I don’t have his number.
Elliot is the only one I can yell at right now.
Then my phone begins to ring, Elliot’s name flashes over my screen, causing me to jump.
I hit the green button, bringing the phone to my ear.
“He did this!” I growl.
“Whoa, who did what?” he asks as my grip tightens around the phone.
“Grayson! He came into my room last night and he—he cut my fucking hair!” I spit.
“Hold up!” he snaps back.
“No, I will not hold up! I couldn’t move, Elliot” I growl, pacing my room. “I was awake but I wasn’t… my body was… I don’t know, but he was here,”
“Petal, I’m not even on campus. He’s not there either,” he states, and I gasp.
“He’s messing with me. Is this punishment for doing what Kade told me to do?” I snap, my voice getting higher the more mad I get. “He’s been watching me, I know it—I feel it. And now my hair is chopped off!”
“This isn’t something Grayson would do. Are you sure you saw him?” he asks, and I scream.
“He was fucking here, Elliot. Wearing a black mask! His voice as he spoke. It was him!” I say in a panic stricken tone. It’s like he doesn’t believe me.
“As of last night, he was leaving and coming here. I passed out early. So I’m sure he’s sleeping in the guest room. Are you sure you’re not imagining this?” he accuses, and my eyes go wide.
“Are you fucking kidding me? He was here! The things he said to me all point to him. He called me Little Flower. He’s still here, I know he is.
I can feel it, and he’s not done. He’s going to come back,” I rasp, my voice coming out shaky because I’m terrified.
I’m truly afraid of what he could do to me next.
“He called you what?” he growls.
“Little Flower,” I whisper as silence greets me. Then shuffling.
“Let me call him and see what’s up. I will call you back,” he states, and the line goes dead.
I take a deep breath and throw my phone on the bed.
How could he think I was lying about this?
That I fucking made it all up. I fucking hate it here.
I huff then grab the broom from Misti’s closet and clean up my hair from the floor as my stomach rumbles.
God, I need a tall glass of ice cold soda and some food.
I just hope I don’t run into him anymore this week because I may just stab him in the fucking eye if I see the prick.
My phone blares, making me jump out of my skin. Reaching for it, I see it’s Elliot and hit decline, but he calls back. We play this game for a bit, then Kade starts calling. Jesus fucking Christ. Elliot calls once again, and I press the green button.
“What, Turtlehead?” I spit, and he growls.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear you say that,” he snaps as I hear Kade cackling in the background which only brings a smile to my face.
“Whatever, what do you want?” I grit.
“Damn she’s feisty today,” Kade says.
“Would you shut up!” Elliot says, scolding him.
“Jesus Christ. Get on with it!” I snap.
“Grayson didn't come into your room last night. You both were drugged! Someone else is there with you!” he growls, and my heart stops beating. Someone else is here in the school with us? It wasn’t Grayson? What the fuck?
My heart begins to race and my hands shake uncontrollably, causing me to drop my phone.
All I can hear is the guys screaming my name, but it's coming out muffled, then my door knob begins to jiggle. Panic and fear set in and I don’t know what to do.
I can’t fucking breathe and I can’t stop shaking and, most of all, I’m all alone.
There is no one here to help me. The room begins to spin and I fall onto my bed.
Darkness clouds my vision and the last thing I hear is wood splintering before my vision completely darkens.