Nicholas's POV:
I woke to the sound of whooshing winds and thunder. I had no clue why the bed room window was open, but I was fixing to find out.
I walked around the house for a minute trying to figure out if somebody did it, or if it was just the wind. I came to the conclusion Layla probably got hot, and wanted some fresh air.
Half way up the stairs I seen someone down the hallway. I just thought Layla woke and started looking for me. As I got closer I relized it wasn't Layla. "Who's there?", I asked in a very manly voice.
"Guess who!" The voice was one I hadn't heard in years, and honestly never wanted to hear again. "What are you doing here Kyle? How'd you get in here?", my tone of voice changed quick when I relized it was Kyle Ellis.
He'd been Laylas' high school sweetheart so many years ago, until my sister Katlynn and I came along. We had just moved from Florida to Texas, so everyone thought we were hot.
Anyway, long story short Kyle cheated on Layla with Katlynn, and I wound up with Layla.
"What in the hell are you doing here?" Disgusted at the sight of this handsome man, I knew what was coming. I wasn't gonna make it alive. That's the promise he made about 12 years ago.
I don't remember anything after that except being cover in my own blood and hearing the screams of my lover. My sweet, sweet lover.
(Hope yall like the pov thing. I'm thinking about doing one for Kyle too just not sure yet.)
