Chapter 8
Layla's POV
I stood there frozen as I found myself in a room with 5 boys, attractive boys, may I add.
This screamed danger since I just barely escaped being raped.
I slid my hand towards the doorknob to get the hell out of here, trying to be as discreet as possible, and it seemed to be working until the boy with the curly hair who was basically removing my clothes with his eyes noticed.
My eyes widened as he took a step towards me with his hands raised slightly.
As he took another step I quickly stuttered out "Sorry! I'll be going now" and turned the doorknob, swinging the door open and proceeded to run out the door.
But I guess luck really wasn't on my side today as at the last second I realised the man was still out in the hallway where I left him.
I felt air rushing past me as I fell onto the ground, knocking my head hard on a table in the hallway, from tripping on his outstretched legs. I lay there on my back moaning as little black dots slowly took up my vision.
And as I lay there, my vision slowly diming out, all I saw was curly hair and piercing green eyes. I couldnt help but slightly smile at those eyes as the darkness took me away.
Author's Note ~
Hey guys,I'm really sorry it's so short and sucky but at least its something, right? Anyways, I'll try to update again later this week to make up for it. Love ya Hotties <3
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