Layne's POV
i woke up to the buzzing of my phone. a text message. from fucking paul.
>>hey baby, wanna come eat breakfast at mine? and maybe a little fun after..? ;)<<
received at 8:30 am
oh hell no. absolutely not. i immediately rang him.
"hey baby" he said with his fuckin ugly raspy voice. god it turned me off in a heartbeat.
"what the fuck do you want paul? go kill yourself for all i care! i'm sick of you taking advantage of me and fucking me whenever you want! go fuck yourself dickhead!"
"you're useless Layne. this is why you dad left you. this is why everyone you've ever loved left you. you're a fucking piece of shit. go kill yourself."
i was fucking fuming. dammit. i looked over at the razor on my nightstand.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF PAUL! YOU ONLY USE ME FOR SEX BECAUSE YOU OBVIOUSLY CAN'T GET ANY OTHER GIRLS! FUCKING PRICK!"
after that, i hung up. i was sick of him. i was sick in general. mentally. i looked at the razor on my nightstand and cut four long cuts on each of my thighs, and arms.
i decided to get coffee just to get some shit off my mind. i got dressed, put on some light makeup and decided to get some coffee. it's about a 3
hour walk, but i can't afford any gas at the moment, so i'm gonna have to power through with walking.
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after about 5 hours of walking, it was 12:00. noon probably wasn't to best time to drink coffee, but nobody was gonna stop me.
i walking into the coffee shop, and immediately bumped into a man with short, brown hair, and a wide smile on his face. thankfully, i didn't spill anything on him.
"oh my goodness, i'm so sorry! i should really watch where i'm going" i stated with a chuckle. he laughed too. "hey, at least you didn't spill anything on me." he moved his coffee away from his chest and there was a spill. fuck. "dammit! i did get some shit on you! i'm sorry.." "hey it's alright! no need to worry. it'll be alright." he said. i felt super bad. "hey, do you want me to buy you a new drink? it's my treat" he hesitated slightly. "sure why not" we both walking in. i asked for a latte and he just asked for his usual i'm assuming he knows the cashier very well.
we sat down. "so tell me about yourself. what's you name?" he asked politely. "oh! my name is Layne. Layne Meyers. sorry for not telling you before." "oh it's alright don't worry! i'm Matt. Matt Helders" "oh! you're the drummer from that one band aren't you?" i paused to think. "Arctic Monkeys! i used to listen to you guys back in like 2013. i guess life just got too busy for music. what all have you been up to Matt?" he paused to think "i've been just practicing. drinking margaritas, playing the drums, living life basically." "oh that's great! how are you and Breana?" "we're doing amazing thank you for asking." "yeah of course!"
time had passed like a bird flying. it was about 9:00 at night. "hey by the way, i heard the road to my house was closed and i don't have another way home. do you think i could.. like... crash on your couch?" i was shocked. the Matt Helders needed to crash on my couch? "yeah that's fine! don't worry about it."
we called a taxi and made it back to my house. after we got home. i paid the taxi and made my way inside the house, Matt following behind me. i set him up an area on the extendable couch, and i headed back upstairs, making sure he had everything he needed, and went to sleep.
Authors Note
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The Heartbreak Hotel
Fanfic"you look like you've been for breakfast at the heartbreak hotel, love!" after Layne escaped her rap!st, she ran i to someone. little did she know it would lead to her meeting the love of her life... this book includes, use of drugs, suicidal though...
