Craving (h.g)

17

THE DAY OF

Layla

I drag his body into the cabin in the middle of the woods.

It's near a campsite but nothing too suspicious.

I tie Brad up to a chair and take a nap.

I wake up to Brad crying and mumbling under the gray duct tape.

I go yank it off his mouth.

"Fuck!" He throws his head back in pain.

"Shut the fuck up." I say throwing the used tape to the side.

"Let me go Layla please." He pleaded.

"No. I've come this far and now it's your time to suffer." I say with revenge in my eyes.

"You aren't going to do shit. You're still Layla. The same little scared bitch who-" i interrupt his "speech" by punching him in the face.

"I said shut the fuck up."

"Now Brad. You're going to listen to me and I don't want to hear you complain. Or else." I say walking away.

"Or else what?" He asks.

I turn around slowly, "Or else, I'll just kill you." I say smiling then waving bye.

I shut the door behind me.

Hayes

It has been 6 days now and it's torture.

I haven't talked to Miranda and my grades are dropping.

My social life is at a low and I'm losing the flame for football.

I run home after school.

2 DAYS GONE

Layla

Brad won't shut the fuck up and I miss Hayes.

I need to get out of here.

But I can't just show up.

"Layla!" I hear.

"What do you want Brad!?" I yell.

He doesn't answer so I take that as a sign to get up.

I got to the room and he isn't there.

"Brad!" I yell.

The next thing I feel is a sharp pain behind my head.

He hit me with a baseball bat.

Before I completely fall.

I try to get my strength back and I punch him in the stomach.

He slaps me in the face and I tackle him.

"Get off me crazy bitch!"

He's thrown on the floor as I'm on top.

"Now you listen to me." I say as I pull a handgun from my back pocket and point it to his face.

I get up.

"Over there now!" I yell pointing the gun at him.

He moves quickly.

I secure him more and decide that I'll sleep in here tonight.

He's not getting away.