Living a Nightmare

LAYLA

We decide to lie to Layla about everything else too, who Markus is and why he is here, why Jay and Cedric are having breakfast with me and what exactly happened to the house, as Layla was very confused when she came in and saw that all sorts of things smashed on the floor in the living room.

"Oh, I was just fed up with few things and maybe had a bit of a row with one of the many vases I possess," I lie to her.

I do not know if she believes the story I just invented... I cannot really imagine anyone believing such a thing... but I am pretty happy, when she does not ask any questions and just shrugs it off.

"I still cannot believe that you have a granddad who is from Germany. That is so cool," Layla turns to me at the breakfast table, where we are all enjoying the delicious food that Jay has prepared. There are scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, baked beans, hash browns, fried tomatoes and sausages. Sort of a full English breakfast, but without the mushrooms, because nobody likes them.

"Yeah, I am really happy that he is here... We haven't seen each other in ages... isn't that right... grand...dad," I stammer a little, feeling uncomfortable calling Markus granddad.

But he just smiles. "Yes, it has been a terribly long time," he replies. He looks really happy eating his Full English Breakfast, as if it is the best food he has had in a full really long time. And for an old man, he even has quite a plate. Normally, older people tend to eat less, but Markus is scoffing his food as if he has a hole somewhere in his stomach. This thought makes me laugh.

"Well, thank you so much for the breakfast, Jay. And it was really lovely to meet you all and so lovely to see you again, Riley. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me." With that Layla leaves the way she came.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"She seemed nice," Jay turns to me, once Layla has disappeared down the driveway.

'She can be really annoying at times... and she did sort of kick me out of the flat just because she wanted her boyfriend to move in.' I decide to keep these thoughts to myself though and smile slightly instead.

"Yeah, she is," is my answer instead.