CHAOS

LAYLA

She was eating the flesh of her boyfriend, my insides churned. I turned the television off, horror movies these days.

They had lost that creepiness. They had forgotten that horror movies were supposed to make the audience feel something, something that would stop their eyes from sleeping and stay in their minds for a long time. Now it was just jumpscares and pure disgust.

It was 10 am. And as every day, I had nothing to do. 
I looked at the activity on the video I had posted this morning. 

It was surprisingly trending. I sighed, as close as I got to my goal. As large as I grew on the internet. I was scared.

People, they weren't all trustable. I was paranoid. But I wouldn't let that get in my way.
I have to do this. For myself.

I had come this far, and I had made my mother proud. Hopefully my dad too. 
I hope he was watching me from the heavens.

My phone beeped.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I knew the ding was from Google calendar, and I was sure I was free the whole day.

I opened the app, just to see a marked event.

My heart stopped. The latte I had this morning swirled in my stomach and I felt like I could puke.

It was today, 
I thought of the name I had learned to bury in the depths of my threaded brain. A name I wished I could forget, the memories resurfaced.

My body shivered, 
What was I going to do? Should I go there? Should I pick him up?

What would I say to him? FUCK FUCK FUCK.

I panicked, and that's when my phone vibrated, 
It was an unknown number.

I picked up.

"Hello?" I cleared my throat

"Hello?" I repeated.

"Hi, my name is Timothy Andrews. Can I speak to Miss-" he cut himself off.
"Or missus, uh- Layla Hankins?" He completed.

I almost gasped, hearing his voice. 

I had to say something, should I pretend I'm, not me? Or should I be professional? Or should I pick humour?

"Still a miss,"
"Waiting for you of course," I said with a teasing tone. I heard a sigh of relief and then a chuckle from the other line.

"Oh my god, how long has it been?!" he asked

"I don't know 7- 8? Years?" I said, knowing exactly how long it'd been. And I was sure he did too, but we both were pretending to not know, which wasn't a bother.

"So, how's everything?" I asked,
"Everything fine, after rubbing my ass on the ground I finally became an architect," he said.
"Oh my god! I am so happy for you! With efforts like ours I AM really surprised," I said sarcastically,
"Honestly? Me too," he said. We both laughed.

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After 2 hours of catching up and my schedule going to the bin. We both knew there was nothing else to say, except for what was the news of the day.

"So, today is the release date," he said, leaving a strange silence,
"I know," I said.
"Do you plan on going?" I asked,
"No, I mean I want to but I can't, I live in-" I cut him off.
"Washington. Right," I completed for him.

"What about you?" he asked, and the weight of 100 pounds suddenly rested on my heart.

I took a deep breath in and then released it.

"I don't know," I said,
"Okay. But do you want to?" he asked,
"I don't know," I answered immediately, afraid to think about it.

"Layla," he said in a concerned way.
"I'm okay, I just have to think about it," I said,

"Okay, well keep me updated okay? I'm coming to new york, he can live on the streets till then," he said. And cut the call.

I sighed, dropping my hand to my thigh.

I can go to pick him up. But then if I pick him up I have to bring him here, and then there's going to be awkward silence until Timothy shows up. I have to get him stuff, like a toothbrush, extra towels, clothes, and whatnot. But if I didn't go, he'd have to stand in silence at the bus stop, not knowing where to go with some cash the guards give. Well, that's not happening.

but even after whatever happened. I cant really give up on him.

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LAYLA

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I'll bring him home, come as soon as possible.

NOT EDITED.