Misery || Wolverine

Part 9

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1988

Life had gone well. Surprisingly well for three years. I had moved in to one of those town houses with Layla. It was perfect. She was alone, I needed a place to live and it was literally right next door to the cafe I worked in. I would be eternally grateful for her kindness.

For these three years, the routine has generally been the same. Which in my case I didn't mind at all. I loved it. I loved knowing my day would end up practically the same. I'd wake up in the morning, tip toe around the house, get ready, go to work, eat at work, work 8 hours, come home, eat dinner Layla had made and stuck in the oven, sit by the Tv and watch something or listen to Layla tell me some adventures from her own life, sleep.

So, naturally as I unlocked the front door, walking up the narrow staircase straight into the living room, I expected it to be just as the same as it was before.

"Bonnie?" I hear her call out to me.

"Yeah, it's me." I shout back at her, seeming she was in another room.

I kick my shoes off, swiftly shrugging my purse off my shoulder, landing it by the living room door.

"How was work?" Layla's head popped around the corner of her bedroom entrance. She wore a familiar smile that I had gotten used to.

"Oh, you know. Same old customers, same old shit." I sighed, preparing to leave the room into my own to change from my uniform.

"Boring." She chuckled. "What do you want for dinner?"

I raise an eyebrow, gently shrugging my shoulders. "Anything frozen is fine."

I was about to make my move to my bedroom, when Layla caught my eye. To the unsuspecting eye, it might appear normal. She makes her way to the kitchen, across the living room where I stand. I thought maybe I was just being silly, she might be feeling better. But I've learned by now to trust my own instinct.

Now, Layla of course didn't know I was a mutant. So, I would've been free to do a daily mind reading on her whenever I felt like it, but it's grown on me that's particularly invasive. I couldn't help but think of Logan anytime I considered it, telling me to stay out of his head. Because of that, I never did. But in the face of a potential imposter, I didn't care about privacy.

My eyes follow along her movements as she makes her way across the room. She could feel my intense eyes on her so she gives me a quick smile. All while that's happening, I'm getting inside her mind. I noted how swiftly I was able to do so, despite years of pretty much being out of order. Alas, different thoughts. Different memories. It wasn't Layla.

I tip toe across the floor the same way I would in the morning. I see her back is turned to me, unwrapping a frozen pizza on the counter top. My hand cautiously moves to the knife block conveniently placed on the counter next to the doorway. I gently pull out a simple knife, before I barely even nick the skin of her neck. She lets out a surprised gasp while I hold her tightly with the knife to her throat.

"Who are you." I firmly state in her ear.

I'll admit it felt uncomfortable for me to threaten someone who looked like Layla, who took me in as if I was a stray puppy. But unfortunately memories don't lie.

She struggled to find the right words. Whether she should give it up or continue to full charade.

I jerk her body, holding tighter pressure against the throat with the blade. I knew what she was thinking.