The Haze

Priscilla was an ordinary girl that would go on an extraodinary trip. Everything felt like an unreal haze, a dream she never wanted to wake up from. As if traveling with her best friend wasn't great enough, she falls in love with the last person she would ever think of. Would he hurt her like the rest have? Or could she finally let down her guard and let someone in. Hopefully she doesn't wake up and realize that this dream became a nightmare.


17. I thought you were the exception

Priscilla's P.O.V.

   I ran into my room to see my mother hysterical. She's always been a bit dramatic but I knew something wasn't right this time. My father was rubbings my mother's back while she was sobbing horrifically. "What's wrong?" I asked. No one answered me. "HELLO? Can someone tell me what's wrong?"

            My older sister told me to that our grandfather was rushed into emergency surgery. He had a severe stroke, and a few minutes later he had a heart attack, although we don't know how strong it was. The tears started to well in my eyes but I brushed them away. I didn't want to add more chaos to the situation. I had to stay collected for now at least. Once my mother composed herself she ordered us to start packing. We had to leave early. We only had two more days left but for my grandfather, we weren't sure what two days meant for him. Once everyone cleared out of my room I went to Zayn's new hotel room. I had to tell him I was leaving early. I started walking toward the elevator. I pushed the button but when it opened I saw a girl with bleach blonde hair down to her ass, making out with Zayn. His hands were all over her and the image of them burned into my mind.

"HOW COULD YOU?! F*** YOU" I screamed. He looked startled.

"Wait it's not like that. She..But I, and then-" I cut him off and once again ran to my room. By now the tears were flooding down my face. I couldn't let Zayn see. He must've chased after me because he was banging on the door. "Love, open the door please. I'll explain."

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! I TRUSTED YOU! I BELIEVED YOUR DUMB I LOVE YOU'S! YOU'RE SHIT TO ME." I couldn't take all the hurt and pain in one day. I blacked out and the monster in me came out.


            I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Zayn. Priscilla must've txted me off his phone.  It probably died. When I read the message I froze.

Zayn: Please go to your hotel room. Priscilla is having a meltdown...She's crying. I hurt her..

Bre: I'll come right now.

            I looked over at Liam and by now he didn't even have to ask me. He  knew something was wrong. I grabbed his hand and we went down the elevator. I ran towards the room to see Zayn banging on the door. I told him to move. I opened the door with my key and softly said, "Priscilla it's me." Zayn shoved past me and rushed toward Priscilla. "Love pleaase let me explain." Zayn said.

"GET THE F*** OUT OF MY FACE. YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT!" She screamed. I've never seen her that mad. He tried to grab her arm but she pushed him away. "GET AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME. DON'T LOOK AT ME. LEAVE." she sobbed. At this point I knew she needed her best friend. I walked over to Zayn and forcefully told him to leave. He just looked at me with sad, caramel eyes. They looked red and blotchy, like he had been crying too.  He nodded and left. "Liam I'll talk to you later." I said.

            Once they were gone Priscilla was beside herself. She was throwing clothes everywhere and exhausted herself to the point where she was on the floor crying. I grabbed tissues and a wet towel to wipe her face with. "Hey Cill, it's okay relax. Shhh, shhh." I murmmured."Let's get you into bed okay babes?" I had to help her up. "I'll get you a glass of water and then you can tell me what happened."

            After he sobbing stopped she started telling me about her grandpa. I started crying with her because I missed my grandma and I knew what it was like. Then she explained how she went to go tell Zayn she was leaving in the morning. And how she found him in the elevator with that hoe.  I felt bad for her and now that I was thinking about my grandma we both started crying. We went to sleep that night cuddled up together, stiff, exhausted and out of tears.

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