"Baby, please don't leave me, I can't do this alone."
"Ew, get the fuck away from me, you smell like disease."
It had been like this for years now, Hayley attempting to express her love in the most genuine and romantic ways possible, but each and every sweet syllable falling on deaf ears that refused to hear such nonsense. Granted, it was far from nonsense in Hayley's mind, but Sam... she was a cold lady and just a poke to her exterior was enough to cause frostbite, but Hayley wanted more. So much more, enough to cause her insides to turn to ice if ya know what I'm sayin'~
With an agitated huff, Sam turned on her heel in an attempt to make her escape from the girl who just wouldn't give up, but such a title only held true as she immediately latched onto Sam's wrist to cause her to spin back around and face her. Pure determination and desire consumed Hayley's expression, it being enough to cause Sam's eyes to widen in fear as she wasn't quite sure what to expect. No one ever knew what to expect from the love-sick young lady. Not when she'd do anything to get what she wanted and within that very moment, she wanted nothing other than Sam. That had always been what she wanted... and now, she wasn't taking no for an answer. Tonight was the night or so help her, she'd cut a bitch. Preferably other Bri 'cause she's totally cool with this Bri now okay. No take backs.
With a violent slam, Hayley pinned her reluctant lover to a wall because oh by the way, they're in an alley for some reason and held her there, a struggling Sam failing to make her escape despite her attempts and with another rough slam into the wall, Hayley leaned in closer, her face only inches away from Sam's as a tear fell from her (insert eye color here) eyes. "Love me! Just flipping love me already!" She shrieked because she is a baby and doesn't cuss, but Sam does some times 'cause she's bad and stuff. Upon only receiving a look of pure terror from Sam, however, the young lady-girl couldn't help but break down into tears, her hands trembling and faltering as she fell to her knees, her hands raising up to cover her broken face as she merely broke down right before her love. The same one who was quick to take advantage of the girl's current mental state by dashing off out of the alleyway, garnishing Hayley's attention long enough to lift her head up and watch as she dashed off. The rest played out in slow motion.
The screeching of tires, the blaring of the horn, the scream of "AH FRICK!" It all played out so slowly before her eyes, so tauntingly slow that she almost wondered if this was just another one of her dreams where she would lick Sam's face in slow motion like a ice cream cone, but it wasn't. It wasn't sexy, tasty, and unrealistic, it was bloody, awful, and realistic. And yet, it still took a moment for Hayley's feet to will her to move and run to her beloved who was left on the street to dramatically cry "oh frick" like a lost little baby child.
Sliding down to her knees like she was stealing first base in softball and leaving behind a trail of blood in her wake because, hey, that's concrete not dirt, she held onto her bloodied valentine, (get it? That's a movie) holding her close to her body as only more tears freely left her (insert eye color again) eyes. "Oh frick n frack, Darlin' Marlin' are you alright!?" She sobbed, which only issued an annoyed eye roll from the injured lady person.
"My ribs are broken you buttface," she spat, the small amount of movement from such alone causing one of her broken ribs to puncture her heart. Oh frick. "This is all your fault you buttwipe." Such a fascination for butts, Hayley thought, but now wasn't the time for butts. She would receive the booty after saving this girl. She would. She just had to.
"Don't worry, Jello Cup, I'm gonna save you!" She declared as she gently laid Sam's body down onto the ground, prepared to miraculously heal her only to remember that she was bleeding internally. Now she was choking on her own blood. "Uh oh, Spaghetti-Os!" She exclaimed as she watched her should-be lover struggle to breathe, angry hands reaching out to strangle Hayley, but halting in their tracks as she attempted to gasp for air. Her life would be cut short here, but not before she got out her final words.
"Ur a little shiitake... mushroom," she gasped out before going limp upon the road, leaving an utterly distraught Hayley to merely weep into Sam's hair as she bowed her head down to shove her face in it.
