My love than stalker and now rapist.

The Text

After he slapped me I ran out.  Ditching wasn't  my thing but honestly I think leaving class and dealing with the teacher tomorrow would be better than possibly being beat up in class.  As I walked out the girls all said,  " Bitch don't  act like you cant handle a little slap. " and things like  " White Chicks can't  handle anything  wtf. They all said some things but I blocked it out.  My goal was to walk out, go outside and just think.  Think of what's going to happen when I walk back into the school.  I feel like everyone's against me even though I really lost one friend.  All those people don't know me.  They only judge me.  They aren't my friends.  I didn't lose anything from them. I got to the exit door and realized I cant go by myself.  I wouldn't even know where to go think.  I decided to text my friend to join me.  Hey Layla , something crazy just happened and I ditched class.  The school is against me and I need a friend.  At the exit door. Plz come. After about 5 minutes Layla came into tears.  " Damn Ya think I would be crying over what happened haha", I joked.
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Kaitlyn, Mack sent me a text saying you're going to be sorry.  What happened?!  I really think he might Uhh.... get u. ". She sniffed at every word. I looked at her and tried to scan her and see if she's serious.  Mack has been acting weird but I don't think he changed into some psycho.  Could he?  Layla stared at me sincerely scared and waited for an answer.  "uh ok.  Well me and Mack fought and he said some stuff and I sorta got revenge and he as well as the school hates me.I called you so we could hang a while but I don't want to anymore. I wanna go home. " I said. 
"Um okay sure.  Im coming with you. I'll drive.  Faster we get there the better.  Mack is getting me tight with his little psycho act. " she said.
"Haha whatever Layla let's just go."  I answered.
     
She dug through her purse and pulled out the keys.  I hopped in the passenger seat,  put on my seatbelt and cranked up the radio.  Layla started the engine and we were off.
    We finally pulled up when I heard a bloodcurdling noise.  Like a bullet shot. Layla and I ran up to my room and locked all the windows and doors.  I reached for my phone to call my parents. Layla was on the floor crying hysterically. More shots outside.  Plain chaos. Parents didn't even pick up. Layla's  sobs were giving me a headache.  I was scared and at any second that psycho shooter could come. How did this happen? I thought.  A simple fight got me to this point.  Sitting on the floor with a hysterical Layla with a shooter outside my house. I messed up but I can't ruin anything for Layla.
" Layla I am calling the police.  I want them to escort you home.  I cannot let you get hurt.  Thanks for staying with me but I am begging you to  go.  And with that the police came and she left.