The Non-Believer {In Unedited Form}

Chapter 73- Don't succumb to their desires

Chapter 23- Don't succumb to their desires

My eyes flutter open at the smell of pancake and mayple syrup.

Elbowing Layla to wake up I say, "Good morning!" and then, with the help of my crutches, stand up.

Layla groans and turns to face the other direction, so I take up the only action I know will get her up and running.

I begin to tickle her, leaning on the bed for support.

My goal is accomplished when Layla falls off the bed in laughter.

"Not cool dude." She scowls, standing up right.

I laugh at my success and begin to get ready so that I can go downstairs.

I have my first class art today, and I am appearing as a cripple.

The top I picked out is a charcoal grey sleeveless crop top that has the band name Nirvana in skinny white letters, and the dead smile emoticon face they have on most of their band shirts. Seeing that I can only wear yoga pants and shorts, I put on my old pair of white jeans that I won't mind getting some paint on, and a thin light grey wrap around scarf.

Wanting to look good, I straighten my bangs and put some red lipstick and mascara on.

Layla, who was freaking out because she is spending the day with Matt today, finished getting dressed as well.

She is wearing a crop top that's beige with an American flag on it, and deep blue leggings, showing of a bit of stomach.

She has her bangs in front of her face, and her other hair in a ponytail that has a strand of hair wrapped around it as if there was no band holding it up.

Layla also put a light layer of lip gloss and a light bit of eyeliner.

"You look great!" I exclaim handing her a pair of her silver sandals.

"Are you sure?" She asks still nervous.

"Perfect Layla, don't be nervous." I reassure her.

Layla sniffs the air and finally realizes there are pancakes cooking downstairs.

She runs quickly down the steps and to the kitchen with me lagging behind.

Mr. Leeds, Mrs. Leeds, and Toby are all is the kitchen already.

Mrs. Leeds is flipping pancakes and Toby is sitting at the tbale along with Mrs. Leeds.

I avoid making eye contact with Toby and sit down next to Mrs. Leeds and Layla.

"Good morning Mrs. Leeds." I smile.

" 'Morning" Layla says back before she stuffs herself with the pancake her father just place before her.

We all laugh at her bestial manner of eating.

By the time Layla and I finish eating it is nine forty.

I grab my art stuff and we leave.

**LAYLA**

I groan as I hear someone shouting right by my window, waking up.

Seriously?

I don't understand why anyone has the to scream outside a sleeping person's window.

Getting out of bed, I slide open my curtains and see Marcie screaming over a body that I recognize to be my father.

SHIT!
I race outside and find him breathing but unconscious.

"Marcie, what happened?" I ask.