Lyla
Laying on the floor infront of my apartment stairs, I reach for my phone dialing Vinnie's number.
"Hello?" I heard his voice, relaxed and focused.
"Vinnie," I said, my voice lowered from screaming at my now, ex boyfriend.
"I'll be there. Don't move." I heard him get up quickly, grabbing his keys and going to his car. I lay there, pain shooting through my body while I lay in a pile of broken glass. Hearing how fast Vinnie's car is going through the phone, just wishing that he will be here sooner.
I close my eyes, soon opened when I hear my front door open and footsteps coming rapidly towards me. A few other pairs of shoes in the distance of my eyesight. I look up, Vinnie searching my apartment, he came over to me, "Let's get you outta here."
He lifts me up, calling out to the other people in my apartment. Followed footsteps I heard behind me, low voices and heavy breathing. I place my hand on Vinnie's chest as he steps into my room.
Vinnie sits down on my bed, holding me in his arms as he directs the other people to pack my things, no questions asked. He brushes my hair out of my face, placing his hand on my cheek, "I'm gonna go get some things to clean you up okay? I will be right back." He moves me off his lap, walking into my bathroom. I caught a glimpse of one of the I believe were guys that have been packing my stuff.
He had short blonde hair, almost like Vinnie's but not as fluffy.
Vinnie walks out of my bathroom, holding a few things in his hands. I sit up on my bed, feeling a little bit dizzy. Vinnie bends down beside my bed, placing the first aid kit on the floor. "You alright?" He said, concern laced in his voice. I nodded my head. Vinnie placed his hand on mine, rubbing his thumb against the back of my hand.
Vinnie gently grabs my chin, pulling my gaze from the floor. He picks me up, placing me on his lap. I rest my head on his shoulder, holding his hand while looking out my window.
*At Vinnie's apartment*
Vinnie
"Hey, thanks again guys. I really needed your help. She's been trapped into her boyfriend for YEARS. I tried everything I could-." I stopped, looking up the stairs, Lyla sitting on the steps. I say goodbye to my friends, carefully making my way up the stairs.
"Hey, you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask her, seeing her facial expressions drop to pale. I kneel infront of her, holding her face in my hands, she flinches. "Oh god vinnie I'm so sorry, I know you tried to help me but I was too stubborn. I'm so sorry."
I pick her up, legs and arms wrap around my body, taking her into my room and placing us on the bed. Her face buried into my neck, her light breaths making their way to hit my neck. Lyla pulls her head out of my neck, resting her hands by her side. Taking my hand, putting it on her cheek, allowing my fingers to graze across her jaw.
She leans into my hand, closing her eyes. Tears falling down her cheeks, I pull her into my arms resting my hand on the back of her head, "Lyla, what's wrong?" She only cries harder, hyperventilating at this point. "Hey, just look at me princess, I'm here." Her body shaking in my embrace. I hold her, whispering encouraging words to her.
"Vinnie, please." Lyla says softly, her voice cracking with every pronunciation. "Please what love, what's going on?" She looks at me, holding her body tightly against mine. "Lyla, what's wrong?" I said again, more stern. She looks down, grabbing her chin I force to look at me. "Vin, please don't let me go." I hugged her tighter, following her wish.
"Yo, Vinnie! You ready?" I heard one of my friends yell. Shit. "Lyla, can you let me go for a minute? I'll be right back I promise." She nods her head, getting off my lap she lays in my bed. I walk over to her, kissing her forehead. I place a blanket on her, walking out of my room.
"Hey, there he is! You ready to go?" Jett yells again. "Listen man, I'm gonna have to cancel. Lyla's not doing well." I said, patting his shoulder. He smiled, walking out of my apartment. God he's weird.
I walk into the kitchen, grabbing 2 water bottles, running up the stairs and opening the door to my bedroom. Lyla, no where to be found. I place the bottle on the beside table, calling her name. I sit on the bed, my back facing the bathroom that I heard someone walk out of, one of my hoodies placed on her frame as she walks out. I smile to myself, trying not to make it known.
I feel the bed sink, little arms wrap around my waist, "Hi there, you feeling any better?" I ask, putting my phone down. I feel her shrug her shoulders, "I felt better on your lap." I chuckle, leaning back into the bed frame. I motion her to sit on my lap. A smile emerged from her lips, straddling my lap. She wrapped her arms around my waist, placing her head on my chest. "Feel better now?" I asked. She nodded her head with a smile. "Much better." I chuckled, intertwining out fingers together.
"Vinnie, do you like me?" A question i never thought I would hear. I lift her head up, her blue eyes swollen from crying. "If you mean like as in I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you kind of like then yes, I do." Her body froze, "Really?"
I placed a hand on her cheek, moving my head closer to hers, "Really, I always have." Without hesitation she grabbed the back of my head, kissing my lips. We kept our faces close, our lips open for air, "Are you sure you're okay with this, Lyla?"
Lyla nods her head, kissing me again, "I've always wanted to be okay with this."
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