ALJEANDRO
Here is is everything.
I looked around to see if Rocky was anywhere, what are they talking about?
I opened the message to see a file link.
I click on it and it takes a minute to load but after a few seconds it finally did. There were four folders, and each folder had names. Jessica, Jamie, Diana, "Layla." I read out-loud. I clicked on it, what is this?
I leaned on the wall, waiting for it to load again. I tapped my feet impatient.
I'm coming out now!
It was finished loading and my heart stopped. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing this right... I was. It was pictures and videos of Layla nude.
Is this some sick joke?
I clicked on one of the videos and it started to play.
The video started with silence, it was an empty bedroom, after a minute the door swung open and in walked a drunk Layla and behind her was Jason.
"Jason. I-I don't feel so good." She chuckled.
"Come on why don't you lie down?" He helped her lie down and left her to go to the bathroom. I thought the video was going to end there but it was a 7 minute long video. Why is she being recorded, did she know?
Jason came back into the room, he started to take his shoes off, "Babe." He whispered, climbing on top of her. You could barley hear her response, it wasn't even audible.
"I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?" He started to unbuckle his belt.
"I d...on't feel good..." She muttered. "I just want to go home." She whimpered.
He turned towards the camera, "I'll take you home after this, okay?" He assured.
He leaned in planting kisses on her lips and body, ignoring her pleads to stop.
I paused the video.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I looked down at my shaking hands.
"Are you done with my phone?" Roxy stood in front of me.
I looked her dead in the eye, "Roxy."
"Hm?"
"What the fuck is this?" I showed her the screen and her eyes went wide, she looked at me and then at the phone and snatched the phone out of my hand. "A-Alejandro, y-you weren't suppose to see that." She covered her mouth.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" I shouted angrily.
"Alejandro, wait! Just take a breath!" she said, trying to calm me down, her hands on my chest. I pushed her away, my heart racing. "Take a breath? After watching Layla get raped on that video? Are you serious?" I yelled, the anger spilling out of me.
"Oh my God." She looked helpless as I began to pace the dimly lit warehouse, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and rage.
"What the hell did I just witness? This can't be real!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the stillness.
Why didn't I notice? Why hadn't she told me? Why keep this all a secret?
"She's not picking up!" Roxy's voice trembled, and I could see the panic creeping into her eyes.
"Where is she, Roxy?" I demanded, frustration building with each second.
"W-We had a plan," she stammered, dialing Layla's number again.
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The Idea Of You
Teen FictionHe approached me, lifting his hand, tucking a curl behind my ear. "Layla, you are not leaving my sight until he's dead." He said his voice dangerously low. I stood there a whirl of emotions numbing me to the bone. This cannot be happening. Layla Cru...
