Layla...
I stayed with Demetri all night. I wondered why no doctors came to check up on him. I even wondered about what was going to happen if he doesn't wake up. How am I gonna find a job? Should I go back to prostituting? Maybe even go back to school. Get my high school diploma. I only want the best for us.
I looked back at Demetri and saw all types of cords and wires sticking out of him. I didn't even know what state he was in. I wanted to cry, but at the same time I wanted to punch him in his face. Why does he put himself in this type of situation? I wouldn't be surprised if this was apart of Diamonds little plan to get back at him.
A doctor came into the room shocked to see me sitting there. "Hello Ma'am I'm Dr. Harrison" "Cut the small talk, how is he?" Dr. Harrison nodded his head. "He's been beaten pretty severely, I can tell by his five broken ribs, fractured leg, and broken arm he was in physical intercourses with multiple people." I looked down at my shoes knowing most likely I'm the reason why he's in this hospital bed right now.
"Since he is beaten bad, in order to heal properly he needs to go to physical therapy, no more than two months he should be up and running" "So when is he gonna wake up?" I questioned "Anytime now" The doctor walked up to him checking all of the IV cords. Once the doctor was done he nodded his head my way, and walked out of the room. I didn't eat breakfast so I decided to go down to the cafeteria. I proceeded to the elevator. Waiting for the doors to open, the same guy that was in the elevator yesterday stood right beside me.
When the door opened, without any words being said we entered. "So Layla" he started. "Excuse me? Do I know you?" I said trying to sound not a bit interested in what he has to say, but in reality I was. "Layla Lo'Rain Smith; former prostitute. Boyfriend Demetri Davis. Father: Carlos Hernandez. Mother: Samantha Smith. You may not know me, but I know you." Just like clock work the elevator doors opened, and he walked out.
I followed Mystery Man into the parking lot. We stopped at a Escalade 2015. Which I assumed was his. "Who are you?" I asked trying to get some information out of him. "Your worst nightmare. " He said and got into his truck and drove off.
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So what my original idea has now been pushed to the side. Sorry for the mistakes. I have been planning on making it longer and stuff but I felt bad, so I gave you a chapter I need mooooore likes. It has really just started.
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General FictionLayla. A scared 24 year old prostitute. Who just falls out of love with her 'deceased' bestfriend. She's been on her own since she was 17 because her mom died of cancer. Her dad was never there. So she never really cared for him, but she would hav...