Songbird|Skreamer|Supacell

5

Skreamer's POV

As we sped towards the location shown in the video, I kept checking the live feed, hoping Layla was still okay. The comments on the video were flying in, some people laughing, and making fun of the Tower Boys. My heart pounded harder with each passing second.

When we arrived, I jumped off my bike before it even came to a complete stop. The Sixers were still there, circling Layla like vultures. My vision turned red.

"Oi! Get the fuck away from her!" I roared, storming towards them.

The Sixers turned, momentarily stunned by the sight of me and the Tower Boys. But they quickly recovered, smirking.

"Look who decided to show up," the one with the phone sneered. "Come to rescue your little damsel, Skreamer?"

"Shut your mouth, you prick," I growled, stepping closer. "Touch her again, and ill kill you"

Layla's eyes met mine, and I saw the fear and relief in them. She was trying to stay strong, but I could tell she was scared. I needed to get her out of there, fast.

Tazer stepped up beside me, his presence commanding attention. "You heard him. Back off, or you'll deal with me."He flashed his knife at them.

The Sixers exchanged glances, clearly weighing their options. They were outnumbered and knew it.

One of them, trying to save face, spat on the ground. "This ain't over, Skreamer. We'll be back."

"Yeah, yeah. You pussios better piss off before I lose my temper," I snapped, watching as they slinked away.

I turned to Layla, my anger melting into concern. "You alright, love?"I said pulling her into a tight hug.

She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm fine now. Thank you."My heart finally slowing down. "I'm sorry, Layla."

"It's not your fault," she whispered, clinging to me. "I just want this to be over."

"Im gonna kill those fucking yutes I swear," I said, pulling back to look into her eyes. "But for now, let's get you home."

Everyone panned out and she hopped on the back of my bike.As we rode away, I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of dread. The Sixers had crossed a line, and I knew things were about to get a lot more dangerous. But I'd do whatever it took to keep Layla safe, no matter the cost.

Layla's POV:

As we rode away from the confrontation, I couldn't shake the fear that had gripped me. Skreamer's presence was reassuring, but the danger was real. I noticed the tension in his jaw, the anger still simmering in his eyes.

"Skream," I said softly, I squeezed his shoulder. "Thank you. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't shown up."

He leans onto my hand, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll always be there for you, Layla. No one messes with mine and gets away with it."

Hearing him call me "his" sent a shiver down my spine. Despite the chaos, there was a warmth in his words that made me feel safe. I rub his shoulder letting the rhythm of the bike ride soothe my nerves.

We arrived at my flat, and Skreamer insisted on coming inside. "Just to make sure you're alright," he said, his protective nature evident.

Once inside, we sat on the couch, the silence between us heavy with unspoken words. I knew Skreamer was struggling to keep his emotions in check, and I didn't want to add to his burden.

"Skreamz," I began, choosing my words carefully. "I'm scared. This whole situation... it's dangerous. But I don't want to lose you."

He turned to me, his eyes softening. "Aye dont even chat all dat. You won't lose me Layla."Skreamer's reassurance warmed me oddly nough. I felt safe with him, despite the danger that seemed to surround his life. We talked for hours, about everything and nothing. I now realize that he was allowing me to talk so much to get my mind off today. I could see his rough exterior softening.

As the night wore on I ordered us some food and I found myself opening up more than I had with anyone else. "You know, it's been a while since I've felt like I could trust someone. Really trust them."Skreamer looked at me, his eyes serious. "You can trust me, Layla. I know I ain't perfect, but im here."

I smiled, feeling a connection deepening between us. "Thank you, Skreamz."

Skreamer's POV:

The tension of the day still clung to me as I sat next to Layla on her couch. Seeing those Sixer boys mess with her had lit a fire in me. They were asking for trouble, and trouble was exactly what they'd get.

Layla leaned into me, her head resting on my shoulder as we watched some tv. It felt good, having her close. Despite all the chaos, there was something pure and calming about her presence. I looked down at her, the urge to protect her stronger than ever.

"You alright, Layla?" I asked, my voice softer than usual.

She nodded, her eyes meeting mine. "I am now," nuzzling her head into my chest after. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. "I can't have anythin' happenin' to you."

Layla smiled, a warmth spreading across her face. "I care about you too, Skreamer." For a moment, everything felt right. We might have been living in a world full of danger and uncertainty, but in that small bubble of time, we had each other. I tightened my arm around her, silently promising to keep her safe no matter what.