Forsaken Blood

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Layla woke to the sounds of people shovelling snow. It was already late in the day, and she felt frustrated that she didn't get the chance to converse with her Mom. She needed to tell her about the stranger at the door from last night, but disturbing her at work wasn't an option. Her Mom already had anxiety, and being a civil lawyer required too much focus.

She felt around under her pillow and found her phone. It had been inundated with text messages.

Damn it, Jake...

Layla was furious, her blood pressure began to rise.  Anger lead her to delete all nine of his messages, knowing that reading them would just cause her to anxiety to rise until she would eventually break down again.

What could he possibly have to say to me anyway...

Seeing his name reminded her that her emotions were real and soon she would unavoidably have to face him.

She decided to open the message from Dean.

DEAN: hey Lay, i'm so sorry about what you had to go through last night. Jake's a real jerk. He doesn't deserve you!!! I know you must be hurting right now, so just know I'm here for you. I was kind of hurt how you reacted to me last night. I wanted to be there for you. Anyways talk to me XX"

Layla began to sob feeling as though everything was going downhill.

Everything's a mess...

She wiped her tears and logged into her Facebook account. Photos of the party were everywhere.

Uggggghhh...

She couldn't escape it, disappointment was everywhere. Slamming her laptop shut, she went to shower to calm herself. The warmth of the hot water began to relieve her hangover that no aspirin could fix.

I'm never drinking again...

Ironically, her hangover had helped her to remember Mr Handsome and all she could visualise was those piercing eyes.

Was he really that hot, or was I that drunk... she started to giggle.

Regardless his face was an absolute dream, and the depth of his eyes felt as if he was looking right down into her soul. For some reason, she couldn't get him out of her mind. She'd never felt this sort of emotion from anyone before. From one simple glare she was consumed, he was magical and she was infatuated.

Hot steam rose from the shower in abundance and the warmth of the water trickled its way from her face down through her thighs to her feet. It led her to imagine it was his hands, softly feeling her tender skin, she hungered for his eyes to lay on her once again. The warmth of the trickling water together with her visions of this dark, mystifying man, sent Layla's body throbbing in desire, almost driving her to explode, when suddenly her phone started buzzing.

Are you serious!? Great timing people!...

She reached for the towel on the rack and quickly wrapped it around her, bolting out the bathroom before the winter cold could attack her. She found the largest woollen sweater along with some fleecy track pants and dressed herself for a day of binging in front of the TV.

Picking up her cell, it was Aunt Sophie.

SOPHIE: Hey darling, I just wanted to see if you're doing ok? I ran through the tarot deck a few times and it told me you are facing some difficulties. Anyway if you're not busy today come past, would love to see you. Auntie Sophie xx

Wow, she's damn good with those cards... Layla thought.

Aunt Sophie never did fail at surprising. Curiosity struck the better of Layla and she decided to head over to her Aunt's house.