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Terrified | Dissension

Terrified | Dissension

I felt so fucking great. Nothing could ever top off the way I'm feeling right at this moment. Maycie was out of the picture and Harry was now mine. I could keep him and love him forever. Listen, I did this for a reason and I'm absolutely sure that Harry will be so proud of me and understand why I did it. I couldn't let this bitch take my man away from me. Never in a million years would I let someone come between us. It's either leave Harry alone or death. And sometimes it was mostly death.

Since I was at the crime scene the police department obviously had to interview me. I had to sob and cry all over the place so they would believe that I am totally "sad" about the death of Maycie. Luckily, my acting skills paid off because they released me. Then since my job found out the death of my friend they gave me two weeks off to "mourn" over her. My boss knows how much I have been going through and he was so nice enough to give me a break. And that gives me time to be with Harry.

"Layla!" There was sudden banging on my front door, and honestly it kinda startled me for a second. I got up from the couch and walked towards my door, peeking through the peephole to see Harry on the other side.

A smile made a way on my face as I quickly opened the door up, "Hey sexy, I missed y—,"

"Cut the bullshit," Harry spat cutting me off. Damn, what was his problem?

I blinked my eyes a few times with a hand over my chest, "Um..excuse me?"

"Let me in," he mumbled before he practically barged in my apartment, and I didn't even let his tall lanky ass in here!

I closed the door behind me, turning towards him with my eyebrows narrowed, "Who the fuck do you think you are coming in my house with that nasty ass attitude? I don't know what your deal is bit you need to—,"

"Shut the fuck up Layla!" He shouted at me.

Oh my god..did he just—

"I know you did it," he growled pointing a finger at me. "I know you fucking did it."

I frowned in confusion, "Did what?"

He drove his fists into the wall right next to my head, making me jump at his sudden angry outburst. The moment he looked into my eyes I realized that I have been caught. I think he knows what I did last night.

"You killed her..I know you did," his voice was so dangerously low, and I had no idea why he was acting this way at all.

"So?" I scoff crossing my arms. "What's the problem?"

"The problem is you!" He yelled yanking my arm towards him violently.

"Harry let go," I demand trying to make my voice firm, but honestly, I was so scared of him right now.

Once he realized what he was doing he released my arm from his grip, his eyes softening as well. I snatched myself away from him, rubbing my arm that will later have a bruise on it.

"What you did was unacceptable," he spoke speaking low like I did something so horrendous and dirty. "You didn't have to kill her."

"Well, I did," I hiss back. "You need to get over it because there's nothing you can do about it now."

And that's where he got mad again, he began yelling, "You didn't have to do it!"

"Too fucking bad Harry! She's dead!" I whispered yelled, hoping that he would get the damn message. "She isn't coming back. So stop being butthurt and get over it."

Harry grabbed my jaw and pushed me against the wall. Anger and fire was in his eyes as he looked down at me with his hand around my throat, "I can't be with a woman who gets insecure when another tries it with me. I expect better from you," he says with disgusts.

"Well..if you can't be with me then maybe you should leave and stay out of my life forever," I grit through my teeth as I spoke each and every word while looking into his eyes.

He didn't respond after what I said. It went silent and I was sure that maybe he didn't want to be with a woman like me. Just as I expected him to say his farewells he did the exact opposite.

"I can't live without you Layla," he whispered letting to of my throat and looking down at his feet as if he was so defeated at this moment. "I..I just can't."

Truly, I didn't know what to say or do. If he was mad at me for killing Maycie then he can hop out of my life. But if he wasn't mad then..what was his problem?

I cup his cheeks gently, making sure that he was looking at me, "I only did it for us baby. You..you know I love you."

He blinked before smiling softly at me, "I love you too."

"I can't let anybody tear is apart," I spoke looking at him deep in the eyes. "And I mean no one."

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it's finna go DOWN .

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