◇The Hybrid◆

chapter 24

it has been 45 minutes.

wren left me all alone in the bright white room with no source of entertainment. 

he told me i couldn't get up for an hour. 

i sat there quietly. bored out of my mind.

i began to count my hair. people say it's impossible.. but if you have enough time of your hands and you're just bored enough, you'll succeed at anything.

1.

i move that strand out of the way.

2.

3.

4.

i whisper the numbers to myself. picking at the hairs. 

5.

6.

7.

i hear the soft ticks of the second hand on the clock tick.

8.

9.

..

muffled screams come from the hallway. 

"jay?" i whisper.

the door is smacked open. a worried dany and a sobbing mason come rushing through the door. a pained looking jay in their arms.

"get off the bed" dany instructs.

"but wren said-"

"layla! now!"

i quickly jump off the bed, pain shooting through me. i nearly collapse.

someone catches me and i look back at them weirdly.

it's one of the older guys.

"thanks" i say as i stand up, getting out of his arms quickly.

his smile made me feel weird.

not like he's a creeper or anything, but it's just a weird feeling.

i look over him.

dirty blonde hair. great chisled features on his face. biceps, which is always good. my eyes trailed down to the front of his pants. no bulge. thats good. on his feet were worn down brown combat boots. he had on a faded blue and black flannel with faded black jeans. 

geez. does this guy ever go shopping for new stuff? everything he has on is either faded or worn down. 

his blonde hair was messy and the stubble on his jaw line showed he hadn't shaved in a few days.

"dany?" i ask.

"yeah" he says.

"who is this guy?"

dany looks up and smiles. "you don't recognise him?"

"uhh.. no"

"she wouldn't recognise me dany. she never even met me" the guy says.

"what do you mean she's never met you?" dany asks.

"because i've never met her" he smiles at me.

"ok, did i miss something?" i ask.

"can i speak with you outside?" the guy asks me.

i shake my head.

"why not?" he asks.

"i don't know you. i'd rather be around witnesses" 

he chuckles.

"please. five minutes?" he asks.