◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 22

the cast is up!! :))) 

. i'm sorry if i ruined your image of them.. some of ou probablly had your own image of them and the cast might have ruined it for you.. i'm sorry. but i really wanted to post it. 

that's who i had in mind when i was writing about them. their images just kept flashing in my mind and i had to share who i pictured them as. 

you guys can still picture them how you want, but that's how i picture them.

and regardless of their real ages, they are all 17-19.

and there will be more characters coming up so i will post the cast for them right after i introduce them into the story ;)

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oh and the song for this chapter is: 'who we are' - imagine dragons

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Layla's POV.

"where are we going" i ask.

derek's hand tugging mine as we walk through the woods. 

 "you'll see" he says.

i don't see his famous smirk at the end of his words. .. this must be serious.

"is something wrong?" i ask.

"i told you i would tell you about conner didn't i?"

"well yeah but-"

"i'm not going to be the one to tell you"

"what?"

"it's not my place to tell you"

"then who's is it?" i ask.

derek stops walking and i look in front of us to see my house.

.. wow. i forgot the woods were practically my backyard.

we walk onto the lawn and go through the backdoor, using the key tucked above the upper door frame. 

we find my father in his office, typing an email on his laptop.

he lowers his glasses on his nose and looks at us.

"layla, sweetie. what are you doing home?" he asks.

"umm.." i look up at derek and my dad sighs.

i look back at my dad to see a sad and guilty look on his face.

. what did i miss?

dad gets off his office chair and walks towards me, grabbing my hand out of derek's and leading me back to the backyard.

"what are we doing back here?" i ask.

he lets go of my hand and sits on the cemet bench that he made. it came out beautifully. me and conner covered the sides with our hand prints and it came out awesome.

he instructs me to sit down on the grass.

"why?"

"you were always better when we told you bad new outside, when you could feel the grass, feel the nature" he says.

"bad news?" i ask.

he nods and looks down.

"i've been meaning to tell you this for a while now, but i didn't know how you would react so i just decided not to tell you. and now i know what a bad idea that was"