You Will Never Be Mine | 18+ (COMPLETED)

Hell

That night Leila found comfort in the bottle again. Lack of sleep took a toll on her and then the hallucinations begin. Apartment walls appeard like they were closing on her, trapping her even more.

While she was pouring herself another glass she could see Jason from the corner of her eyes standing in the dark.

-"Aren't you going to join me?" -she asked. She fell into the delusion, embraced it. She couldn't tell what was real anymore. He seemed so real.

He sat down next to her.

She took another glass from the cabinet and poured him. He half smiled as he picked it up from the table.

-"You're dead, you know?" -she started to talk. -"And I'm crazy." -she laughed.

He didn't respond but rather gulped down the drink.

-"Maybe I'm also dead." -she said. -"Seeing you here...this is hell isn't it?" -she asked.

-"I'm not in hell." -he finally spoke. She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

-"We've been a fucking monsters. You and I. You're no more monster than me. It must be hell." -she concluded.

-"It's what you say it is." -he said. -"It can be hell, it can be heaven...it can be a dream, it can be a reality. So what is it Leila?" -he asked.

-"Why are you here?" -she changed the subject.

-"Don't you need to ask yourself that?" -he asked, pouring himself another glass.

-"Maybe." -she whispered. -"I need to get out of here." -she said.

-"What are you going to do?" -he asked. -"There are more guards than you could count keeping an eye on you, cameras are all around the apartment...I gotta give it to Dylan, he's been more vigilant than me."

-"He became you." -Leila interrupted. -"We are both to be thanked for that. You handed him the gun and I made him pull the trigger."

-"And here we are now." -Jason commented.

-"Yes, here we are, inside his prison." -Leila finished the sentance.

-"Well, at least the bars are nice." -Jason looked around the apartment.

-"Everyone hates me." -Leila said. -"I can't stay."

Jason nodded, agreeing. -"Well isn't hate only a twisted cousin of love?" -he asked.

-"Look at you, all wise in the afterlife." -Leila huffed. -"Why am I even talking to you?"

-"Are you?" -he asked...she frowned. -"...talking to me?"

And with the one blink of an eye, he dissappeared. She saw full glass next to hers on the table.

She screamed and then she broke down crying.

-"I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy." -she repeated looking at her hands. -"I can't even tell what's real anymore."

Her heart raced faster and she begin to walk around the apartment bumping into the walls, trying to hide. Where will she hide?

...

-"I don't think they dare to come for us here." -Drew said as he walked into the office in Bates mansion.

-"I thought so too, but we can never be too careful." -Dylan agreed.

They've spent weeks trying to gather information about the Cartel's New York connections but there were none. Bates family was far too strong here.

-"But I'll get them in California. I'll not stop until I kill them all. And Reins needs to pay." -Dylan said.

-"I agree. But we'll need some time here to figure out a plan for action. It's a good thing we took Leila out of there." -Drew said.

Hearing Leila's name mentioned, Dylan's face turned stern.

Another one of his worries. Leila Reins, who he was holding captive inside his apartment away from the world.

He hated her. But he owed it to her sister to keep her safe.

-"Emma went there today." -Drew said. -"She says Leila is a mess."

-"She's alive." -Dylan replied irritated.

-"We went too hard on her." -Drew confessed. -"She's also been a victim of her father. And Hart."

But Dylan wouldn't have any of it. -"She stayed with him!" -he shouted. -"She chose to stay with him!"

No one understood why Leila did that. When she was free to go, she still deciaded to marry Julian.

-"Maybe she had her reasons we don't know of. We never asked." -Drew implied.

Dylan threw his glass breaking it onto the wall. Drew knew that the subject was...sensitive to say at least, but he didn't budge.

-"She betrayed us." -Dylan said putting his fist on the table. -"Once we get rid of Cartel she may go wherever she pleases, as far as I'm concerned she's dead to me."

-"I still think that you need to check up on her." -Drew was persistant. -"Emma said that she's been drinking her days off, talking about seeing shit..."

Dylan furrowed. He would check the cameras from time to time just to see if she's there. But lately he didn't have time to look what she's been up to.

-"What do you mean by seeing things?" -Dylan asked.

-"Don't know man. I thought you'd tell me since she's at your place." -Drew replied.

-"I'm not...I can't be around her. I can't stand to look at her. She makes me mad, furious..." -Dylan explained the reason of his avoidance.

-"Well...I think you'll need to get to it 'cause it aint looking good." -Drew suggested as he went his way.

Dylan opened his laptop and entered the code for the survelliance inside his apartment.

He noticed two glasses placed on the table in the living room. He furrowed his eyebrows. With who she's been drinking with?

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialed security guard outside the doors.

-"Boss" -the man answered.

-"Did anyone got into the apartment?" -he asked still watching the survelliance trying to locate Leila.

-"No sir. Miss Garcia was here this morning but other than that there was no one here." -man replied.

Dylan hung up. He gulped down the drink, closed his laptop and was on his way to face his little "guest". The one he avoided for weeks.

He got there quickly, unlocking the doors and making sure they are locked again once inside.

-"Leila?" -he called but she didn't reply.

He looked around to see where she is and noticed terrace doors opened.

It was already night and it was cold outside. He searched for here on the terrace but no sign of her there. His heart raced fast as the worst thought came to his mind. What if...

He looked way down to the city street and was glad that he was wrong for assuming the worst.

He went back in, closing the terrace doors.

The apartment was dark, the heat was off and it appeared like no one was there. Just the two glasses on the table that he saw on the camera.

He turned on the lights and went to her bedroom. Maybe she was in the bathroom when he looked on the camera.

But no trace of her even inside her bedroom nor bathroom.

He picked up his phone again dialing the guard.

-"Are you sure miss Reins didn't got out?" -he asked impatiently.

-"I'm sure, sir. Unless she's a ghost there's no way she got out of the apartment."

And then Dylan heard a small sob coming from underneath the bed. He hung up the phone and lowerd his head only to find her hiding beneath.

-"Are you really here?" -she asked.