My Son, Boss, Ex- Boyfriend,and Best Friend. My Life!

Chapter 19

A/N: ITs been sooo long, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! MWAHH<3 

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Chapter 19

Layla’s POV****

 I tried to opening my eyes but the bright light had me shut my eyes close again. Dizziness hit me like a ton of bricks as I blinked a couple of times to take in my surroundings. Reality soon came crumbling down on me, someone kidnapped me. I could feel my eyes begin to glaze over, at my predicament.  The room was painted completely white, in front of me there stood a black dresser, it contained a collection of books and a small flat screen TV, there was a small lamp to my left, and a…Window.

A window was what I needed, it was my escape. I looked down at my attire, my blood red dress looked dingy and old, and the bottom had mud stains from being dragged against the floor. The strap on my right shoulder was ripped. My feet were bare, but I paid it no mind as I slid to the edge of the bed. My feet sinking into the plush white carpet. I scurried to the window, pushing the blinds and curtains out of the way. My hope was shred to pieces when I realized the “window” was facing a brick wall. The latch on the window was locked, I tried turning it but it seemed to only have one setting, locked.

I looked on the bookcase for any possible weapon, if this person was coming in this room they’d have to fight me.

The sound of footsteps approaching had me freezing in place. All confidence gone, I was terrified, scurrying to the corner of the room, I sank down pulling my knees to my chest.

The door creaked open, I nearly chocked when the door opened fully revealing, Christopher Black, Damion’s father.

“You’re up.” Came his amused voice as he walked into the room fully, locking the door behind him as he sat down at the edge of the bed. I kept quiet, staring at him horrified.

He chuckled with no humor, “Don’t look so scared-” “Am I suppose to smile? You kidnapped me?! How the hell am I suppose to look-”

“I would watch my tone if I were you, Ms. Anderson. “He gritted out snarling slightly walking over to me until he was standing directly in front of me. I tried to push deeper into the corner but it was no use as he grabbed me by the hair pulling me from the floor, I tried to hold my hair to my head to ease the pain. It didn’t help.

“I didn’t kidnap you. I simply told said person, that if they wanted something they should take it. And well, you’re here now.” He laughed as he’d said the most funniest thing in the world. I glared trying to get out of his hold. Realizing my struggle he let me go, throwing me against the small corner I was previously in. I groaned rubbing my head which came in contact with the wall.

“How could you do that? To me? To your son-” “I’m doing this for my son! You are no good for him,” he paused glaring at me, then narrowing his eyes, “he’s wine, you’re beer. He’s the boss and you’re the worker. You shouldn’t be together, and if he can’t see it then I’ll take matters into my own hands like I always have.” He finished smiling.

“You’re taking me away from my son! Have you ever thought about that! I’ll stop seeing Damion! I swear, just let me go! I need Robbie-” “I’d love to sit here and listen to you beg, but I have to attend a search party for you.”

With that he turned walking out the door. The door closed then there was a click telling me he’d locked me in. I scurried to the door, tripping over my dress in the process.  I banged on the door continuously, I kept on banging even when my fist started to ace. I banged on the door two hundred and twenty times, I counted. The sound of feet coming toward the door made me back away on my aching hands. It opened slowly, I saw his shaggy blonde hair before I saw anything else, he looked at me with awe before he walked completely in the room.