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Chapter 7

Devin's POV

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I wanted to take a walk with Layla on the beach,so I decided to go to her window. I bombarded her window with rocks until it opened. It wasn't Layla it was the dickhead Liam.

"What do you want Devin?" I pointed back to the window which signified Layla.

"Well Layla isn't in a very good mood right now." Layla appeared next to Liam her eyes were a bit swollen. Liam slung an arm over her shoulder.

Klaus appeared next to Liam and Layla.

"Hi Devin! Do you want to come inside for dinner?"

Liam shoved Klaus away.

"No he can't Klaus."

"Mom! Mom! Can Devin come for dinner?" I heard Klaus's voice fade away.

Klaus came back to the window with an ear to ear grin "My mother said you could."

I nodded and walked to the front door of the Jackson's house. Liam opened the door with disgust plastered on his face. Liam and I use to be best friends but then things started to happen. Liam became a monster he had no feelings left.

"Are you going to come in or not I'll be happy if you don't choose to come in."

"Liam don't be an asshole to Devin." Mr. Jackson said like he was about to strangle him. I stepped in carefully and stood by the door.

"Get comfortable Devin Layla is upstairs." Mr.Jackson said as he walked back towards the kitchen. I started to head upstairs to Layla's room but a hand grabbed my wrist.

"Dude I told you she isn't in a very good mood. Leave her alone right now." I snatched my arm away from Liam's grasp and walked to Layla's room regardless. I was met with a horrid sight. Layla was on the ground with a razor in one hand and her bleeding wrist in the other. I ran to her and grabbed the razor from her grasp. She wasn't going to do this I've seen enough, I've been through enough. And I'm starting to really care about Layla.

I grabbed her whiteboard set by the window and wrote down 'Why Layla you have the best life anyone could have'

She looked up at me her eyes were a dark gray. Layla shook her head no vigorously. She walked to her bathroom and I followed her. Layla rummaged through the trash can and found a newspaper all balled up. She tossed it at me and I read it.

Tragic Car Crash 3 Dead:

The Parks family was on their way to Holy Cross hospital to visit their sick family member. But the Parks car crashed into a 16 wheeler causing Janet Parks 32 year old (mother, spouse, aunt, sister) Jonathan Parks 36 year old(father, brother,uncle, spouse) and Nelson Parks 13 year old(son,nephew,brother, grandchild). All three beloved people died in this crash. There was only one survivor Layla Parks 16 year old she has been taking to a hospital to help emotional and physical needs. She will be sent to a foster home and she is guaranteed a new start.

My jaw dropped I looked back up at Layla. I was overreacting about my situation Layla lost her mother,her father, and her brother all at once. I couldn't even bare one loss. I opened up my arms to hug Layla. She shoved me a side and grabbed the razor from my back pocket. Layla started to cut her wrist again. I grabbed her arms. I haven't spoken yet and I have to convince her to stop she won't end up like my brother.

"Stop." I whispered. She probably didn't hear me.

"Stop." I said a little bit louder so she could her me but she ignored me.

"STOP IT! I won't let you end up like my brother!" I grabbed the razor and threw it out the window.

"I just won't let you end up like my brother." I said softly.