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Layla makes a sudden decision, and deals with the aftermath.
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"You were with Ray weren't you? I bet you're fucking him too." He spat, and delivered a kick to her ribs.
"I give you everything. A nice house, clothes, and this is how you repay me? By fucking some other guy, like the ungrateful whore you are?!" He yelled. Layla was still on the floor not bothering to fight back. It was useless, nothing she said would change his mind.
"I'm not seeing Ray." She whispered.
"Bullshit." He snapped at her. While his fists collided with every part of her body, her mind began to cloud of memories, some old, some new. When she was younger, eating candy on halloween, the swingset she used to play on, Highschool where she was teased constantly, Her first encounter with Ray, and the guys. The first date she had with Daniel, watching him sink into depression the day at the funeral. Flashbacks of every word, sound, hurt, tears, blood, and pain filled her soul and Layla did not cry from the pain, she cried because deep in her heart she knew she was lost. But something inside tore through Layla like widlfire. It was suprising, unknown, and rare that this happened. And Layla knew she had been pushed to her limit. It all came to her and finally realizing she needed something more, Layla raised her arms and with all the strength she had, and pushed Daniel off of her and watched him fall to ground on his ass. She looked at the floor and grabbed the broomstick she had put away in the corner, that she had forgotten the other day. She rolled over on her stomach and reached for the blue handle. She pushed and pushed until the hard stick was in her hands. When Daniel came over to her, Layla pulled the stick back with incredible strength and swung it over his head, and watched him fall to the floor. Not moving, and eyes closed. She could see him breathing, but unconscious.
She sat there stunned, completely shocked at what she had done. She never felt that before, but it felt good. Adrenaline. Layla looked down at the barely breathing boy and felt nothing. No concern, no worry, nothing. She leaned over him and shook her head.
"You. Will. Not. Blame me for you mistakes." She said softly. And like that, Layla walked to the closet and began pulling out all her belongings and shoved them in a bag. She didn't have much stuff, that she had bought, but there was some. Layla walked to the safe and entered the code and watched as it flashed green, signaling her to open it. She scoffed as he thought she had no idea what it was. Layla knew along, but was not that kind of person to steal. But this wasn't the same Layla now. She put the three hundred dollars in her wallet before picking up the several bags she had. She sighed as she grabbed her cellphone and walked to the back patio where the pool was, she gasped as she felt light sprinkles of water fall down from the gray sky. The grass was swirling like crazy from the breeze. But it was.....refreshing. Layla stood in front of placid blue water then with a hand, she dropped the phone into pool, watching the light shudder then shut off. Bubbles coming up, as the object sank further and further into abyss.
Layla breathed a deep sigh, and walked back inside the house, where Daniel was luckily to still unconscious. She grabbed her bags and looked down at the man she used to love.
"You don't deserve a goodbye." She whispered.
Just like that Layla walked out the door into the rain, and vowed to never look back at her old home. It wasn't her home anymore, it never was. Layla walked further and further away from Newark, walking to where ever she ended up. But Layla had one place in mind, and while she walked her tired feet, she still kept her promise of not looking back.
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3 days later.
Ray paced around his living room wondering where Layla was. He hadn't seen or talked to her in two days, he called her phone several times, but the line was fuzzy and dead. He tried driving by her house, but no one was there. Not even Daniel's shiny silver car. He twirled his thumbs as he hoped his anser would come popping up. He heard a knock on the door and went to answer it carefully. He assumed it was one of the guys, but was suprised when it was the mailman.
"Uhh, I gotta letter here for Ray Toro?"
"That's me." He handed to me and he thanked him before staring at the blank letter. It had his name on it but there was no address from who it was from. He carefully pulled the letter open and found a piece of paper and several pictures fell to the floor. He ignored the photos and picked up the small folded letter.
Dear Ray,
If you're reading this, by now I will most likely be gone. I am okay don't worry. I found something about me, that I didn't realize before. Me calling it a 'revelation' might sound cliche, but that's the best way to put it. I want you to know, that I miss you so very much. You are my best friend, the one I lean on, the one I trust. But right now, this is something I need to do by myself. I can't depend on eveyone for everything, I need to stand on my own. I am fully aware that this is gonna take some time to heal. Time to repair a lost soul, who longs for a light to shine on it, and bring them back to life. Like a child, who learns to forget their imaginary friend, and go out into the world unafraid. I'm lost Ray. I'm so very lost, and all I wanna do is find my way home. To the right home. The place where I feel safe and wanna spend the rest of my life in. I feel like such an idiot for waiting not seeing this before. I'm broken Ray. I'm broken and I'm trying to find a way to fix myself. That's why I'm going to the one place where it will help me figure it out. The person who has been there before, who suffered to the point of no longer caring about living, the person who found relief. I want to be that person. I want to move on from the chapters of my life and start a new one, that's why I won't be here for awhile....
Maybe when I am healed, I will come back here. But right now, I can't make any promises. Please don't worry me about me, I'm fine. I'm on the road to recovery. My scars need to heal, outside and in. I love you Ray Toro. Don't forget that...
- Love and always,
Layla.
Ray clutched the letter tightly in his hands, and smiled. He shed a tear, but that tear was from relief. He checked the letter one last time and looked at the postage stamp. Only one person he knew, who used skull stamps. He smiled.
"Frank." He whispered.
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"Here ya go." Frank handed Layla a cup of coffee where she thanked him gratefully. She had explained everything to him, even while she pratically broke down, he still held her hand and listened. No one ever did that, except Ray. She missed already. She hoped he got the letter.
"You did the right thing by coming here. You're realizing your mistakes. You want to fix them." He said softly. She turned to him and wiped away the wetness under her eyes.
"Admitting is the first step isn't it?" He laughed slightly and nodded.
"It won't be easy Layla, but if you're positive, you'll make it through." She smiled.
"Thank you Frank, for everything. You're the only one who could understand what to do."
"Anytime. You know how bad I was. " She nodded and stared out the window into the garden that was being fed and nourished by the misty rain that fell for several days. The rain continue to fall and fall.
"It's late you must be tired." She nodded. She glanced at the clock that read 10:45. Her feet were sore and blistery, she cringed as she walked to the guest room that had smelled like Bob's house. Fresh linen. Layla couldn't believe she walked almost a full day. She could kick herself in the ass for hitch hiking, but thankfully she didn't get stuck with some perverted sadistic truck driver, you usually see in movies. She walked to the bedroom and stared at the full moon that was abnormally large, the white windowsill glowed from it's shiny light. She had heard Frank come down the hall then shut his door, where she sighed. Her white cotton dress was ripped and torn as she played with the fabric between her fingers. She coughed as the sudden urge made her way through her veins. She began to scratch her arms to avoid the constant need that beeped in her mind. She shook her head and clenched her fists, digging half moons into her hands. She hadn't gone without it for so long, two days was more than she could handle.
"No." She repeated over and over again. She fell to her knees and rocked back and forth pulling her hair as the feeling made her whimper, she did all she could to not scream, she didn't want to scare Frank, much less have him walk in here and see so distraught and full of sorrow.
"Help me." She whispered to no one. She didn't know who she was talking too. She layed down on the beige carpet crying and looking at the moon as she withdrawled.
"Help me." She whispered once more and lied in a fetal postion rubbing her knees raw. She never dared to take her eyes off the full moon......
"The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night.
"I give you everything. A nice house, clothes, and this is how you repay me? By fucking some other guy, like the ungrateful whore you are?!" He yelled. Layla was still on the floor not bothering to fight back. It was useless, nothing she said would change his mind.
"I'm not seeing Ray." She whispered.
"Bullshit." He snapped at her. While his fists collided with every part of her body, her mind began to cloud of memories, some old, some new. When she was younger, eating candy on halloween, the swingset she used to play on, Highschool where she was teased constantly, Her first encounter with Ray, and the guys. The first date she had with Daniel, watching him sink into depression the day at the funeral. Flashbacks of every word, sound, hurt, tears, blood, and pain filled her soul and Layla did not cry from the pain, she cried because deep in her heart she knew she was lost. But something inside tore through Layla like widlfire. It was suprising, unknown, and rare that this happened. And Layla knew she had been pushed to her limit. It all came to her and finally realizing she needed something more, Layla raised her arms and with all the strength she had, and pushed Daniel off of her and watched him fall to ground on his ass. She looked at the floor and grabbed the broomstick she had put away in the corner, that she had forgotten the other day. She rolled over on her stomach and reached for the blue handle. She pushed and pushed until the hard stick was in her hands. When Daniel came over to her, Layla pulled the stick back with incredible strength and swung it over his head, and watched him fall to the floor. Not moving, and eyes closed. She could see him breathing, but unconscious.
She sat there stunned, completely shocked at what she had done. She never felt that before, but it felt good. Adrenaline. Layla looked down at the barely breathing boy and felt nothing. No concern, no worry, nothing. She leaned over him and shook her head.
"You. Will. Not. Blame me for you mistakes." She said softly. And like that, Layla walked to the closet and began pulling out all her belongings and shoved them in a bag. She didn't have much stuff, that she had bought, but there was some. Layla walked to the safe and entered the code and watched as it flashed green, signaling her to open it. She scoffed as he thought she had no idea what it was. Layla knew along, but was not that kind of person to steal. But this wasn't the same Layla now. She put the three hundred dollars in her wallet before picking up the several bags she had. She sighed as she grabbed her cellphone and walked to the back patio where the pool was, she gasped as she felt light sprinkles of water fall down from the gray sky. The grass was swirling like crazy from the breeze. But it was.....refreshing. Layla stood in front of placid blue water then with a hand, she dropped the phone into pool, watching the light shudder then shut off. Bubbles coming up, as the object sank further and further into abyss.
Layla breathed a deep sigh, and walked back inside the house, where Daniel was luckily to still unconscious. She grabbed her bags and looked down at the man she used to love.
"You don't deserve a goodbye." She whispered.
Just like that Layla walked out the door into the rain, and vowed to never look back at her old home. It wasn't her home anymore, it never was. Layla walked further and further away from Newark, walking to where ever she ended up. But Layla had one place in mind, and while she walked her tired feet, she still kept her promise of not looking back.
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3 days later.
Ray paced around his living room wondering where Layla was. He hadn't seen or talked to her in two days, he called her phone several times, but the line was fuzzy and dead. He tried driving by her house, but no one was there. Not even Daniel's shiny silver car. He twirled his thumbs as he hoped his anser would come popping up. He heard a knock on the door and went to answer it carefully. He assumed it was one of the guys, but was suprised when it was the mailman.
"Uhh, I gotta letter here for Ray Toro?"
"That's me." He handed to me and he thanked him before staring at the blank letter. It had his name on it but there was no address from who it was from. He carefully pulled the letter open and found a piece of paper and several pictures fell to the floor. He ignored the photos and picked up the small folded letter.
Dear Ray,
If you're reading this, by now I will most likely be gone. I am okay don't worry. I found something about me, that I didn't realize before. Me calling it a 'revelation' might sound cliche, but that's the best way to put it. I want you to know, that I miss you so very much. You are my best friend, the one I lean on, the one I trust. But right now, this is something I need to do by myself. I can't depend on eveyone for everything, I need to stand on my own. I am fully aware that this is gonna take some time to heal. Time to repair a lost soul, who longs for a light to shine on it, and bring them back to life. Like a child, who learns to forget their imaginary friend, and go out into the world unafraid. I'm lost Ray. I'm so very lost, and all I wanna do is find my way home. To the right home. The place where I feel safe and wanna spend the rest of my life in. I feel like such an idiot for waiting not seeing this before. I'm broken Ray. I'm broken and I'm trying to find a way to fix myself. That's why I'm going to the one place where it will help me figure it out. The person who has been there before, who suffered to the point of no longer caring about living, the person who found relief. I want to be that person. I want to move on from the chapters of my life and start a new one, that's why I won't be here for awhile....
Maybe when I am healed, I will come back here. But right now, I can't make any promises. Please don't worry me about me, I'm fine. I'm on the road to recovery. My scars need to heal, outside and in. I love you Ray Toro. Don't forget that...
- Love and always,
Layla.
Ray clutched the letter tightly in his hands, and smiled. He shed a tear, but that tear was from relief. He checked the letter one last time and looked at the postage stamp. Only one person he knew, who used skull stamps. He smiled.
"Frank." He whispered.
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"Here ya go." Frank handed Layla a cup of coffee where she thanked him gratefully. She had explained everything to him, even while she pratically broke down, he still held her hand and listened. No one ever did that, except Ray. She missed already. She hoped he got the letter.
"You did the right thing by coming here. You're realizing your mistakes. You want to fix them." He said softly. She turned to him and wiped away the wetness under her eyes.
"Admitting is the first step isn't it?" He laughed slightly and nodded.
"It won't be easy Layla, but if you're positive, you'll make it through." She smiled.
"Thank you Frank, for everything. You're the only one who could understand what to do."
"Anytime. You know how bad I was. " She nodded and stared out the window into the garden that was being fed and nourished by the misty rain that fell for several days. The rain continue to fall and fall.
"It's late you must be tired." She nodded. She glanced at the clock that read 10:45. Her feet were sore and blistery, she cringed as she walked to the guest room that had smelled like Bob's house. Fresh linen. Layla couldn't believe she walked almost a full day. She could kick herself in the ass for hitch hiking, but thankfully she didn't get stuck with some perverted sadistic truck driver, you usually see in movies. She walked to the bedroom and stared at the full moon that was abnormally large, the white windowsill glowed from it's shiny light. She had heard Frank come down the hall then shut his door, where she sighed. Her white cotton dress was ripped and torn as she played with the fabric between her fingers. She coughed as the sudden urge made her way through her veins. She began to scratch her arms to avoid the constant need that beeped in her mind. She shook her head and clenched her fists, digging half moons into her hands. She hadn't gone without it for so long, two days was more than she could handle.
"No." She repeated over and over again. She fell to her knees and rocked back and forth pulling her hair as the feeling made her whimper, she did all she could to not scream, she didn't want to scare Frank, much less have him walk in here and see so distraught and full of sorrow.
"Help me." She whispered to no one. She didn't know who she was talking too. She layed down on the beige carpet crying and looking at the moon as she withdrawled.
"Help me." She whispered once more and lied in a fetal postion rubbing her knees raw. She never dared to take her eyes off the full moon......
"The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night.
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