Chapter 3: Family

*Time pass. 5PM*

Haze's POV

"I don't even have clothes.." I say to Clyde, as he comes back into my hospital room, as he has just written me out of the hospital.

"Yeah, um.." he says, "Right now, you have to be in the pajamas, that you came here with, but I'll give you money and you can go shopping tomorrow," he says. I'm already wearing them.

I sigh, "I'm barefoot," I say.

He looks at my legs and his eyes widen. I smirk, he probably forgot that, but we're already starting walking outside.

"I mean.. It's fine, it's warm anyways, just.. The roads of Riverdale are like crap, so it hurts, but.. I'll survive," I say.

He chuckles and nods smirking. "What?" I ask.

"I'm not gonna make you walk," he smirks.

I furrow my eyebrows, "You don't seem like a kind of guy, who would have a car.." I say.

He chuckles, "I don't. I have a motorcycle," he says as we get out of the hospital now.

I smirk, "Great," I say.

"You can ride?" he asks me with a smile.

I shake my head, "My mom wouldn't even let me join the Scarlet Tears, not starting to mention a motorcycle," I say as he hands me a helmet and I pull it on.

"Get on," he says, holding it on the place. I smile a little and jump on the back of the motorcycle.

He comes on it too, "Hold on," he says.

I wrap my arms around him and he starts riding. I smile, enjoying the wind on my bare feet.

*Time pass, 10 minutes*

I hand him the helmet back, while looking at the house. It seems nice. I didn't even know that there are such normal houses on Rockbowl.

"Okay," Clyde sighs as we walk towards the house, "They all know, that you're coming, but I don't know, what they're thinking about it," he says.

I nod nervously, "And if they won't like me..?" I ask.

"Then they have to get over it," he says. I smile a little, he unlocks the house and we go in.

I look around. It actually seems nice. I smile a little, looking at one picture from his son and daughter together, when they were about 5 and 10 I guess. Dark hair.

I see a woman and a girl in the living room, watching TV. I breathe in and Clyde walks into the room, making me go in too.

They both turn to look at us. The woman, probably his wife, looks at me sullenly, which makes me swallow and tense up more. The girl smiles at me big, and then smirks at my feet. I smile back at her a little.

"Um Haze.. This is Jen, my wife, and this is Abigail, our daughter," Clyde says.

I smile a little, "Hi," I say.

"Hii," Abby says, comes to us and hugs me tightly. I chuckle and hug her back. She's just tall enough for me to place my chin on her head.

She lets go of me after about 5 seconds and I do the same.

"You're Haze, right?" she asks. Just as I'm about to answer, Jen says.

"Haisley Harrison," she says.

I look at her. She's already hating me. I sigh, "It's Haze, actually," I say.

She raises her eyebrows and looks at Clyde, "You said, that you have a goddaughter. You said her name is Haze. Not Haisley Harrison," she says furiously.

"Jen, you," he starts.

"I'm not staying here, if she's staying," Jen says and stands up.

"Mom," Abby says sadly.

Jen looks at her madly too and runs out of the house. I sigh and look at Clyde. He kisses my forehead.

"She is like that, you can't do anything about it," he says to me.

"Except for go and live in somewhere else.." I say.

"Oh yeah? Like where?" he asks me.

I sigh, "I don't know.." I say.

"Exactly," he says. I sigh again.

"Now.. You girls want pizza?" he asks.

"Yeah," Abby says and jumps back onto the couch.

I chuckle as he looks at me, "Sure," I say.

He smiles, "Great, Sam should be home soon too.. You can look around in the house," he says to me.

I smile and nod. At first, I look around downstairs. The kitchen is big, the dining room is nice, here's one bathroom, where I can't find anything for my period, that should start in a few days, what sucks.

Then I go upstairs. I look into one bedroom. It must be Jen' and Clyde's. But here's a bathroom as well. I guess that it's the only place, where should be some pads or tampons. I go in and see them under the sink in a drawer. They're not fit for me. I sigh and go out of the room.

I walk into another room. This is for sure Abigail's. She's 11, but doesn't seem like a little kid anymore, deciding from her room.

It's light yellow, has a wide bed, a bathroom as well. It has a writing desk, an office chair and then a closet. She has Christmas lights on her bed, that looks cute and girly and then she has some posters of TV shows. And a Scarlet Tear jacket on the chair.

That girl is cool. I smirk a little and walk into the last room. Fuck, they have only three bedrooms? I sigh.

This is for sure Clyde's son's. I don't know his name yet, but I'm waiting for something weird and cool like Abigail.

He has a Scarlet Tear jacket, a guitar, his wallpaper is dark blue, almost black, what I love. He has some posters as well, but more of like bands and singers and Jimi Hendrix. But he has basically the same furniture, just another style.

I'm looking at the books and CD-s in here. The books are all old classics. My favorites. Romeo and Juliet, Heart of darkness, Invisible man, etc. And then here's the CD-s. Wow. What an amazing taste of music he has.

"Hey," I hear a boy's voice right behind me, as I'm holding my favorite Jimi Hendrix CD.

I jump a little and turn around quickly, "Hey," I say and then look at him.

He is wearing black jeans, a grey S T-shirt, a flannel around his hips, a Scarlet Tear jacket. Now I look at his face. Fuck. I'm doomed.

That face is just not able to be ignored. He is hot as fuck. He has a dark hair, a beanie shaped like a crown on it, a gorgeous jawline, the most beautiful neck ever, his nose is sharp, his lips... PERFECT. And his eyes. His fucking gorgeous green eyes. I'm lost in them.

And he's looking at me with exactly the same look. Since he's standing just in front of me, I could just reach out my hand and touch his cheek. Just like that.. But of course I'm not doing it.

"Hi," I say and smile a little.

"Hi," he smiles, "You.. Like his music?" he asks and points on the CD I'm holding.

I look at it and put it back quickly, "Yeah, sorry.. It's your room, I should have," I start.

He chuckles, "It's totally fine. Haisley, right?" he asks.

"Um.. Haze, actually," I say.

"Haze.." he smiles, "I like that. I'm Samuel," he says.

I smile. "I got to say.. You have a pretty cool room," I say.

He smirks and looks around like me, "Yeah, totally my style," he says.

"What's yours like?" he asks.

"I um.." I don't know what to say.

"Oh crap, sorry," he says, probably remembering, why I'm here anyways, "I'm sorry, about that, by the way," he says.

I smile sadly, "It's okay, just.. You should know, that, I'm not the kind of person, that this town thinks, that I am. I actually am a lot different, you have no idea," I say.

He smiles a little, "I've never thought that all of these rumors are true, don't worry," he says.

I sigh in relief with a little smile, "Okay," I say.

"Oh, by the way.. My dad said that I have to give you some of my clothes until you go shopping," he says and opens his closet. A great scent comes out of it.

"I'd normally argue, but yeah, I don't even have shoes," I smirk.

He chuckles and looks at my feet, "Your toes look nice, don't worry," he smirks. I chuckle a little and sit down on his bed. Gosh, that's comfy.

He takes a T-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants out of his closet.

He sighs and looks at me, "You're not my size," he says and hands me them, "But try them on," he says.

I smirk at the sweatpants. They're so big. I throw them back to him, "I can be in my pajama shorts, I don't care," I say.

He sighs, "No, they're bloody and burned," he says, "Wait," he says and turns back to his closet. He just throws the sweatpants back in, what makes me chuckle and he hands me a pair of black boxers, and I can feel the tension.

I look at the boxers. They should actually look like shorts. I smile at him and walk into his bathroom and lock myself in.

I change my clothes. Thank god I was wearing underwear while sleeping. Though I still don't have a bra.

These clothes actually fit nice. A dark grey S T-shirt is oversized for me, but it still let’s see, that I have pants under. And these pants are just like my usual black shorts that I usually wear at home.

I start to leave the bathroom, but then I see something.. A razor. Fuck, it calls me. But I don't want to do it. At least not right now.

I drag myself out of the bathroom, looking like I'm suffering probably, cause he looks at me with a worried face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, confused.

I take a deep breath and nod. He furrows his eyebrows, "I'm not gonna let you out of this room, before you tell me, what's wrong," he says.

I sigh and sit on the bed and fall on my back. He sits next to me and I can feel the sexual tension between us, though he's like half a meter away.

"Come on, what is?" he asks.

I just keep looking at the ceiling. He starts tickling me, what no-one has ever done to me. I laugh and jump up from the bed and step one step back with a smirk. He smirks too.

I sigh, "I'm trying to be sad, can you not?" I smirk.

He chuckles and gets up. He walks in front of me, until he's about half a meter away again.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

"You have a razor," I mumble, looking down.

He chuckles, "Yeah, you want one?" he asks.

I smirk up at him, "You're so stupid," I chuckle and he chuckles too.

"Okay, what's up with the razor?" he asks seriously now.

I sigh again and take his hands into mine. It sends shivers down my spine, and probably his too. I raise his hands up a little and let the palms face the ceiling. I put my arms on her hands and he looks at them with widened eyes.

He looks up at my face with the same widened eyes and sees my tears. He sighs and pulls me into his embrace. I love that feeling.

I won't hug him back. I'm just enjoying being in his warm safe protective arms, my arms on his chest and my head in the crook of his neck. I can feel him breathing in my scent and I do the same.

Then he lets go of me and takes my hands into his again. He looks back at my arms.

"Why Haze?" he asks me sadly.

I chuckle with tears, "You have no idea," I say.

I think that he can hear the pain in my voice. He's still holding my hands, so he raises them up a little and kisses my scars. He leaves a soft kiss on both of my arms and then puts them back down, still holding on from my hands.

I smile a little. No-one has done these things to me. Ever. He smiles back softly too. We're not even awkward. We're just lost into each other’s eyes, while holding hands.

"Guys, pizza is here!" I hear Clyde shout.

We both smile. I blush a little, what I have never done either. He smirks at that and lets go of my hands. We both go downstairs.

"You look better," Abby says to me. I chuckle and take a slice of cheese pizza and sit down on one of the couches. Sam sits on the same couch and leaves space again.

"You know.. You're eating it wrong," he says, looking at me.

I look at my pizza and then his. I smirk, "Good to know," I say and keep eating.

"It annoys me," he says.

"You annoy me right now," I say and keep eating. I know that I'm eating it wrong, but I've eaten it like that my whole life.

I can feel him moving closer to me and then he takes the slice away from me. I smirk and look at him.

He gives it back to me, the way that everyone eats, the sharp corner first.

I turn it back on the side, like always, and keep eating. They all laugh at me and I hear Sam sighing.

"You don't have to look y'know," I smirk and look at him as we only have like 20cm between us.

He turns his head back to look at me and looks at my shirt and then my face, "No can do," he says and takes another bite, keeping staring at me.

I feel a little blush, but I don't think, that they can see it. I look back at my pizza, while he keeps staring at me, and I keep eating.