As Good As It Gets

Chapter 12

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs slowly so I opened the bathroom door and closed it. I locked it behind me and opened the window. I jumped out and unto the roof. This was dangerous but it was better than getting killed. I jumped off the roof unto the front lawn of grass. I heard something crack but I just kept going, fighting through the pain and I got to the car. Opening the door, I said,"Move Parker Move. Let's get outta here."
He moved the car forward and kept driving.
"What happened in there? Did you get hurt?" He frantically asked. He searched for a sign of weakness or pain.
"I think I broke my arm or something but we need to keep going. Keep driving. We have to get out of this town. I have to-"
Parker stopped the car. We were at my house.
"What are you doing here? We need to get out of this town!!" I yelled panicking.
"Parker we need to get out!" I yelled as he opened the passenger door.
He found my hands and laced his fingers with mine.
"Layla. Calm down," Parker said calmly.
"I can't......Parker......I....can't..." I gasped for air.
Parker pushed air into my lungs through mouth to mouth. I sucked in the air and gasped. He keep doing it until I pushed away.
"Thanks." I coughed.
"Look at me," he pulled my chin up.
"Nothing is going to hurt you. I won't let anything hurt you. So tell me what happened." He calmly demanded.
"Can we go inside first? I'm tired and I want to lay down. Stay with me tonight?" I begged.
"Of course." He carried me out of the car and put me to my feet.
"But first we should probably have someone look at that arm." He held my arm carefully in his hand.
"Park the car and I'll go over to Ms.Waterson's house. She is a doctor so she said anytime I need something she could help me. I'll meet you back in my room in 20 or so." I called out as I knocked on my neighbor's door.
She opened it wearing her nightgown.
"Layla come in! What can I do for you dear?" She asked me as I walked through her home.
"My arm is pretty messed up I was wondering if you could fix it really quick so I didn't have to go to the hospital." I said sitting down at her table.
"Of course. I'll be right back." She said getting her stuff.
She came back a few minutes later with plaster and gauze and that's all I saw but I bet there was much more. She inspected my arm first and then re-adjusted the bone (which hurt like hell) then made a hard cast and wrapped a color streamer looking material over it, but this material was much firmer. I said thank you and left.
When I walked in the house, Dad was sleeping on the couch which he does sometimes waiting for me.
I shook him awake, "Daddy go to sleep in your own bed."
"Hmm?" He mumbled smuggling over.
"Ugh! You are just like Ariel." I muttered.
"Am not!" He said getting up wide awake now.
"Haha. Gotcha." I laughed.
"Haha. Very funny." My dad said sarcastically walking up the stairs.
"Good night daddy." I whispered.
"Good night pumpkin." He whispered back.
I climbed the stairs a minute after him and walked into my room. Getting ready for bed, I heard the window open.
"Parker?" I called out.
No answer.
"Parker is that you?" I called out again.
No answer.
"Parker!" I whisper-yelled.
I looked over my shoulder and saw that Parker was sitting down on my bed, starring at me.
"Parker what happened?" I frantically asked closing the window. The only thing I was wearing was his t-shirt.
"Parker you look like you've seen a ghost. What happened?" I asked again.
"Nothing happened. I just can't believe how good you look in my t-shirt. I didn't think anybody could wear it better than me. You've proved me wrong." He smirked.
"I forgot this was your t-shirt. I'll give it back to you tomorrow after I am done wearing it." I laughed.
"Oh no keep it. I want to see you wear it some more." He grinned.
"Pervert." I grinned climbing into bed next to him. The creeping sounds of the bed filled the air.
"Oh but you love me." Parker got under the covers and came close to me.
"No lie." I smiled as Parker wrapped his arms around my waist and snuggled close. He put his head in the crook of my shoulder resting his eyes.
"I love you beauty Layla." He smirked against my shoulder.
"I love you more Buttface." I giggled a bit not too loud.
"I love you most Layla Reynolds." He kissed the side of my head.
"Good night Prince Buttface." I held his hand.
"That's one step up from Buttface. Good night my beauty." He pulled me even closer and kissed my head again. And then I drifted into a blackness sleep with no dreams except the ones that came with blood and guts.
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PARKER POV-
I leaned in even closer smelling in the familiar scent of roses and lemon. Layla. I muttered in my sleep. I heard her mutter mine back. Parker. She whispered it ever so slightly. I opened my eyes and starred at her. She is beautiful. So beautiful. Yea she was hot too but she was extremely beautiful. Last night, I didn't know what to think. We barely talked about what happened at Clara's house so I don't know what she found. She jumped off the roof for Christ's sake!! Thank God she only has a fractured arm. Layla muttered different things in her sleep last night. I could quite make anything out. Just two things: murder and Clara Jones. I checked her photos last night and found pictures of the knife set Penny had, one with blood on it, pictures of Penny and Clara with Penny's face crossed out of them, and seran wrap. That couldn't be a coincidence. It matched up with the evidence I have too. Last night, I was climbing up the window to get to Layla's room and just before I started climbing up with latter, I thought I saw someone out there. Behind a tree or something. It was pretty dark so I couldn't make it out very clearly. But anybody with 20/15 distance vision (thanks to contacts) could tell that stance was familiar. And later that night, I kept replaying the face and body in my mind. I knew I had met that girl before. She was wearing black pumps and a satin black dress that was tight on her chest, showing her size 38B boobs that might I add weren't even as close to good as Layla's were, the end of the dress sort of flowing out at the bottom. Her hair was wavy and left down. She had something in her hand. When I got upstairs to Layla's room, I had closed the window and sat on the bed. Because only then did I realize that that object in her hand had been a knife. It was Penny's, wrapped in seran wrap, the blood, Penny's blood, still fresh on the knife. I could feel my face losing color. That's how much blood I lost from my face. Later that night, I kept thinking. Why would she be here with a knife? Why was she hiding behind a tree? She didn't want to be seen. Because she was doing something that she didn't want anybody else to know about. And then I thought about who she would be targeting next. Who would Clara Jones want to go after? I asked myself. Me? Layla's father? Ariel? And the one that made the most sense to me, sadly, was Layla. Clara Jones better not be or I swear I will shove her in her small ass boobs so hard, she will fly across the room. Layla. Oh my Layla. School was letting us take a couple of days off, because somebody died of something so we were off for a few weeks I guess. They were letting us skip the work too which was really great. Especially cause I had a biology test today. I got up and climbed down the stairs. Making Layla breakfast was what I was going to do. That girl was a mongrel. She would eat anything in sight. Oh Shit! I thought. What was I going to tell Layla when she asked about what had upset me last night? I know I said that it was about seeing her in my shirt. And God some of it was but most of it was focused on Clara Jones and her killing spree. I couldn't let her get close to Layla. How would I protect her? I had to watch out for my family too. And then I thought about the best idea ever. I quickly scrambled some eggs and made some bacon. After placing it on a plate, I quickly poured a cup of OJ and practically ran upstairs. I placed the food on the counter next to Layla and shook her awake.
"Layla," I whispered, "I made you food."
"Hmm?" She mumbled in her cute morning tone.
"I made you food. Wake up baby girl." I kissed her forehead.
"Ugh! Parker you are going to make me fat with all this bacon." She gasped starring at the plate of eggs and bacon.
"I'm trying to fatten you up so I don't feel so bad about myself." I laughed.
"Oh please you don't have anything to worry about. In fact I should be the one worried because you look so hot right now. I could eat you instead of the food. And that's saying something because I luvvvvv me some food." She said rubbing her stomach.
"Oh then you should eat me instead." I said pulling off my shirt. Shit was going down.
"Not so fast mister." She muttered shoving bacon in her mouth when I went over to kiss her lips.
"Don't be such a cock block Layla." I muttered.
"Excuse me?" She questioned getting pissed off.
"You heard me." I crossed my arms in front of my chest as she sat down on the bed now facing me.

"Im the cock block? Please I let you to third base when we were like 2 weeks into dating. So don't cock block me Mister. I'm not your normal girl and I-"

"God you are so hot!" I yelled as I ferociously kissed me passionately.

"Tell me something I don't know, douchebag." She said hitting my chest.

"Hey.....Buttface hurts enough. Now I'm a douchebag?" I silently faking cried.
"Aweee....no you aren't babe. Come here Park." She said opening her arms. Boo-ya. Girls love it when you act all sweet. I dig it.

"I love you Lays." I kissed her shoulder blade.
"I love you too Parks." She said coming out muffled because her head was against my chest.
"Are you sure?" I asked her feeling uneasy about doing this.
"Of course I love you idiot! What else would I be doing by being your girlfriend?" She laughed.
"I just wanted to make sure." I said calmly.
"Why would you want to make sure? Didn't you hear me when I clearly poured out my heart for you by saying the three utterly caring words of I love you?" She gave me an attitude.
"Look Lays.....you aren't going to like what I have come up with, for obvious reasons but you have to promise me you will let me explain okay?" I asked her.
"Okay sure yeah." She nodded.
"Okay then......Lays....I want you and your family....and of course my family consisting of my father and mother and brother.....minus the dead sister..." I stopped at points getting nervous.
"Get on with it idiot!!" She yelled at me tensing up.
"Fine. Layla i want us to get away from here. Far away for a while. I guess what I am saying is......I want us to go on not sort of a vacation, but kinda of like one. Layla we are going on a trip.....to the Big Apple. We are going to New York City!!!" I yelled.