Relentless Love (sequel)

Chapter 15- Undying love.

22nd of December..

I know you- Faye Webster

It's been over a month since Red and Layla have been in contact. Despite having each other's phone numbers, they've left it there due to clear stubbornness from Layla's end and Red's fear of completely pushing her away.

Layla wakes up to the sound of distant clicking, her eyes slowly tearing open to find Freddy slipping his coat on discreetly.

"Freddy?" She confusedly calls for him, her voice soft as she rubs her eyes. He snaps over his shoulder to her.

He nears her, crouching beside her in bed, "Hi. I made you breakfast. It's waiting in the kitchen for you." He explains, sending Layla into further confusion.

"Where are you going?" She fearfully questions, not remembering him mentioning having to go anywhere.

"I made you breakfast." He repeats, awaiting acknowledgement, which she quickly thanks him for with a peck on his cheek.

"I told you, It's only for a night, my mates and I are going to the lakes." He hastily speaks, attempting to get up before she grabs his wrist, pulling him back down harshly.

His eyes darken, "I could've visited my family today." Layla sadly says a hint of anger in her eyes that's slowly revealing itself.

He lets a condescending laugh out, "Don't be ridiculous, that would take longer than me and my friends. I'll be back soon." He asserts, tugging his arm away from her as he gets to his feet again, zipping his bag, and throwing it over his shoulder.

Layla swiftly gets up, feeling fury consume her at his unfair behaviour, "What the fuck, Fred? That's so wrong of you!" Layla shouts, her voice echoing throughout the crisp morning air and Freddy stops at the suddenness of her outburst.

Freddy slowly looks over his shoulder, causing the fear to rise within Layla, "What did you say?" He questions, his eyes deadly and his white lip jutted out.

Layla's eyes flicker, she remembers Red's words and a part of her feels like maybe she can keep herself safe, "You've never been like this, ever. I don't know what's gotten into you but I can't take it anymore!" She confesses in a cry, no actual tears but her body is tired and her throat is sore from even speaking.

Freddy's eyebrows bounce up, a small smirk gnawing its way past his dull expression, he stays silent and Layla has hope glowing in her eyes for a second that he might listen.

Until, "Darling, this has always been me." He lets a chuckle out, such a belittling chuckle before he steps out of the room and slams the door in her face leaving her completely isolated and weak but for the first time, she feels relief overcome her.

Pride swallows her, and she feels confident like maybe she can stand up for herself. Maybe, this isn't how it always has to be. Maybe, Freddy using her apartment as nothing more than a place to stay can finally end. Maybe, he can finally start to love her. Show her love. Give her love. In all its wretched and twisted ways.

Maybe, she can communicate it all. She can tell him. It'll all be okay. She won't be scared anymore. He'll be nicer to Red and her family will finally accept him.

But maybe she isn't even sure if that's what she wants. However, the sheer idea of uncertainty, instability, and not knowing terrifies her. All she knows is Freddy now. She can't just let him go.