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Nyla's P.O.V
After The Hospital
My brother watches me helplessly as I walk to and from each window in the house. Shutting them with force, making sure that there locked. "Ny, come on..."
"I'm not stopping Cleyton. He could be anywhere right now. He could be on our bloody roof!"
He stands, walking over to me. I straighten my back. I'm not backing down from this. It may be stupid but I'm not waiting to find out. "Ny, I understand why you're doing it, I just wish you didn't have too." He says softly, tears gleaming in his eyes. I give him a faint smile.
"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm fine," He shakes his head, tears falling. "Cley, listen to me. I'm right in front of you. Look! I'm fine okay." I wipe his tears with my thumb, shifting his head to look me in the eye. "Do you want some ice-cream?" I draw with a smirk; his eyes light up but he sniffles instead.
"No thanks, Nyla," He whispers, pulling from my embrace to tread his way up the stairs. I sigh, placing my head in my hands. Why? Why does this happen to me?
***
I pulled my blanket further around my shoulders, the cool breeze from the window sending shivers down my spine...I rush to the window. "No," I didn't miss a window. Especially not this window. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders, my head snapping around my room at every sound. I slowly walk to my chair in the corner. Sitting in a position that allows me to see over the whole room seemed like a pretty good idea at the time. I lifted my book back to my lap and continued to read, looking around every so often.
"Nyla?" He whispered. I froze in my seat. No...
My eyes scanned the room. No one. Furious banging arose from the window, I screamed in fright. Trent. His eyes dark and hooded, glare at me from behind the glass. The red of his lips curled into a taunting smirk. I grab a pen and paper from my desk; What do you want, Trent?
His smirk drops into a pout, a loud clap of thunder resounds from outside. I watch as he yells something, reading his lips. Let me in, please? I shake my head furiously. You hurt me, Trent. Why would I let you in?
I'm not Trent, Nyla! I step closer to the window, leaning my face toward the see-through barrier. Trent's dark eyes stare back at me. I'm going to get Cleyton. I respond. He shakes his head, teeth chattering. "Nyla! Do not let him in." I hear someone speak from behind me. I turn around, to face Deon.
"I wasn't going too," I say sceptically. I press my back against the glass. My hand just touching the lock. "Deon, how did you get in here? And where's Cleyton?" My heart beats unsteadily in my chest. My body competing, sending me signals that something wasn't right.
"I was talking to Cleyton and we saw Trent on your window. I came over straight away, Cleyton is downstairs calling the police." His eyes flicker up and down, scanning my body. "Here, take my hand, let's go downstairs."
