Moving On

Falling Apart

~Layla's POV~
This can't be happening. It can't be. I'm sitting in the waiting room next to a social worker, and I can't seem to stop shaking. She has her cold hands on my shoulder. I keep trying to shrug her off, but she won't budge. I shift awkwardly taking in her words.
"Layla.. Your parents.. They, well they won't be waking up," I nod a little and shift again. I pull my red sweater tighter around me and go back to ignoring her.
My parents are dead. My boyfriend caused all of this. Ex-boyfrind now I guess. He was drunk, he hit them. He killed my parents. The only family I had.
I hear an annoyed voice coming from the sliding doors just out of my line of sight. It's Macy, I know her voice anywhere. I slowly get up, kinda stumbling over myself and the small table in front of me.
"Mac?" I mutter as she sees me and rushes at me pulling me into one of her famous squishy hugs. She's taller than me, and got some weight to her, but damn is she beautiful. I love her. I'm so small and a few inches shorter people always think I'm anorexic. But she holds me close letting my dirty blonde hair. Her dyed purple hair keeps falling in my face, but I don't care anymore. I break, and ball my eyes out. She shushes me but let's me cry.
"It'll be okay Layla, itll be okay," she says softly in my ear. I just nod, knowing that eventually it will be, but not now.
The social worker keeps hovering and its starting to piss me off, can't she just leave me alone? Macy finally picks up on my annoyance and lets me go a little.
"I think you've said all she needs to hear." She didn't use a hateful tone, she just merely knee I didn't want other people near me at this moment. I bury my nose into my shoulder once again and whimper.
Mac guided me out of the hospital and into her jeep. I sit there shaking as she climbs into the drivers seat.
"You hungry hun?" She asked softly turning on her car and music starting to play. It sounded loud, and heavy, just like she likes it.
"That was the new song The Black from Asking Alexandria! Amazing work from there guys!" The deep voiced guy said through the speakers. It was almost calming to hear right now. I knew I still had Mac with me, no matter what.
She grabbed my attention again and asked me what I wanted to eat again. I snapped out of my daze of heavy base and looked at her.
"Uh I don't know, anything, I'm not really hungry," I whispered and went back to starting at the radio.

The next days went by slowly. It rained and rained, and rained. But that was normal for Wahington.
Mac and I had just gotten back from the funeral. As we pulled into the typical, white picket fenced home I lived in my whole, Josh stood on the porch. I groaned and Mac glared at him. She was just as upset as I was. She loved my parents, and they loved her.
She had it rough at home, and she struggled with her parents. Both were in and out of rehab centers and she was tossed around foster homes until my parents decided to become her legal guardians. That was the best day of my life. My beat friend moved in with us. That was two years ago.
But now we sat in her car looking at the tall blonde, broad shouldered, star quarterback. He stood hunched over and watched us. I did not want to see him today, not today, not ever. It's his fault my family was ripped away from me. I missed them so much. The rain lessened and we finally got out and went up to the front door. I brushed past Josh, ignoring his existence, and went to unlock the door. He grabbed my arm and I froze. Mac almost drop kicked him, but I gave her the look of 'You rip my black dress, I kill you' So she didn't. I ripped my arm away from him and pushed the red front door open. Mac followed and pushed Josh back a bit so he didn't come in.
"Layla! I just want to talk to you!" He yelled as Mac slammed the door in his face. I walked into the living room and collapsed to the floor and just cried. That's all I could do was cry. I missed my mom, I missed my dad.. And now they were gone forever because of that asshole. He wasn't even in trouble with the police.
Coming from a small town the football team was basically immune to any and all punishments. I hated him. I hated this town. I wanted to leave and never come back. Mac sat next to me and hugged me. She was being so strong.
We had been friends since we were kids. My best friend for over 10 years. We met when we were five and never looked back. That was 12 years ago. I loved her so much, I don't know what I'd do without her, she is my rock.
Mac started messing on her phone and turned on music. It was the music she loved. I had learned to like it, but it was still weird.
The dude singing was screaming and it was hard to understand but she was humming along, it calmed her down, and recently it did that for me too.
But the next couple hours we just sat there. Listening to every song that came on. It was the best thing for me. Mac knew it too. I had relaxed a lot and it made her relax a lot more.
It might have been a hard last couple days, but at least now I had my best friend and we were somewhat not as distraught as we were.
Maybe wed be okay in the end, but who really knows?
I have to get out of this town, I have to. Mac will go anywhere with me. So why not?
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So this is my first story, and first chapter, its boring I know, but its intros and such. I hope you guys liked it. It's kind of short... Sorry >.<