They Do Exist

They Do Exist (8)

Chapter 8.

The Last Night—Skillet.

Layla’s House

Gabe’s POV:

I wrapped Layla’s wet body in a towel.She was still laid out on the tile floor, but her chest was rising and falling which is all I needed.

I worked my way around her room grimly, my anger growing.Who could be so cruel as to treat her this way?Is that why Abby asked us to watch over her?Because of her father?It was kind of eye opening, really.To know that Abby had this whole life behind her.This fragile little human girl to take care of.One, obviously, she loved dearly.But why wouldn’t Abby just bring her into our world?I mean, obviously she’s ¼ elf.I’m sure she’d be allowed as a maid for one of the noble families, which isn’t so bad.It’s better than her living here with parents like these.Or heck, she could probably even live with Abby there, be able to come and go as she pleases.No doubt, my mother would adore her.

She couldn’t stay here any longer, that’s for sure.And I didn’t want to be here just as much as her.I grabbed the first pair of underwear and bra I could find and shoved it into a bag.I then teleported into her closet and grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt and a hoodie jacket and put them into the bag as well.I sighed, heaving her into my arms, and tilting her so her head was laid against my chest.I tried to relax my grip a little, knowing good and well I might give her bruises if I don’t control my anger.

I marched down the stairs, jaw set in a tight line, with Layla in my arms.

When I walked through the kitchen, her mother screamed.Whether it was because of Layla’s wet and limp body in my arms and the bloody towel around her wrist, or the fact that I didn’t have my glamour on, I didn’t know.

“Who are you!?!?”Her father yelled the question, rising up to come over to me.I stood over him with my 6’2 height.

“My full name is Gabriel Adam La Verde’.Son of Catalina and Anthony La Verde’, the King and Queen of Elves.”

Her mother gasped as her father gave me one of those ‘you-have-nine-heads’ look.I stared at her mother, with cold red eyes.Her mother didn’t seem surprised.

“You can’t take my daughter.Mom promised me that you would never interfere with our lives!”Her hands were shaking, as she griped the counter for stability.

My eyes didn’t lighten up in the slightest.“Well Abby’s not here anymore, is she?Pity, because she was more like a mother to Layla, than you ever were.”I spat.

“You let him,” I paused sending a disgusted sneer to the man a few feet away from me, still in shock, “ruin her.She’s plagued with pain and crisicm; you can see it in her eyes, if you ever bothered to look.This girl had barely anything to hold on to, or look forward to with a father like you.You killed any hope left inside of her, and you know what I just saved her from doing?”

They were silent.“Killing herself.”

Their faces grew pale.“How does that feel?To know what you’ve said to her over the span of seventeen years drove her to taking her own life?”

Realization dawned on them as their eyes fell to their limp, wet daughter in my arms.

“You’re not taking her.”Her father argued, reaching for Layla, but I backed away from his outstretched arms.

“I believe I am.And I also believe, unless you want any trouble, you’re going to let me.”

“Like hell I am, give me back my daughter!”