Finding Leila

The worst day of my life

Leila's pov

"So? What happened in the past five years I've been in jail?" I took a deep breath, looking at the ground. Me, Ethan and Grayson got to a hotel and sat down together. It's been silent until Ethan spoke up.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you know that Grayson was after me for the whole five years." I looked to Grayson, who stared at the ground, then to Ethan who watched me, nodding. "I knew that if I was going to attempt to get away from Grayson as far as I could, I was going to need help."

"I was running somewhere one night into an abandoned building when I found Shawn. He was the gang leader. I was desperate for help at the time, so I told him that he was after me. He helped me. I didn't even have to do anything in return. He understood what I was going threw, and wanted to help me." I started shaking remembering Shawn. I loved him so much.

"Over the years I fell in love with him." I looked at Ethan, looking for a reaction, but he looked away. "I felt so safe around him and his gang members. They respected me. We were going to get married." I saw Ethan stiffen in the corner of my eyes.

"Our wedding day, is the day Grayson shot him." I looked at Grayson, and he was looking at me. "I remember you saying that we were even. But you still came after me." A tear rolls down my cheek. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

"I'm so fucking glad I married you." Shawn smiled at me, as we slow danced on the dance floor, surrounded by other people.

"I am too." I smiled happily, and kissed him.

I thought that nothing could ruin this day. I thought that this would be the happiest day of my life.

I was wrong.

In just seconds, Grayson stormed in with a gun. I didn't see him until the last second.

"Leila!" Grayson yelled. Everyone froze in their spots. He pointed the gun at me. But before he could pull the trigger, Shawn was already in front of me. He died before an ambulance could get here. Thinking about it now I'm not really sure if anyone called 911.

"Shawn!" I cried, as he lied down in front of me, staring at me with wide eyes. "Are you okay?" He tried to look at me, making sure I was okay.

"Yes I'm okay. We're going to be okay. You're going to be okay." I was already sobbing by now. Shawn smiled, and caressed my cheek. "I'm so fucking glad I married you." I couldn't stop crying. I didn't notice anyone beside me. I only saw Shawn. "I love you." He breathed, before he stopped breathing.

"No!" I screamed. "Shawn! Stay awake! An ambulance is coming! Please look at me!" I cried, holding his head to me. "Shawn!" I screamed.

"Now we're even." I looked up, and saw Grayson glaring at me, then walked out.

I didn't care about Grayson or anything else at the time. But I still remember what he said.

The ambulance never came. I didn't care. I stayed with Shawn in that same position all night. His gang members sat all around me that night. They didn't try to make me go home, or to let go of Shawn. They knew that what we had was real.

"You wouldn't stop after that night." I started crying, staring at Grayson. I could see tears developing in his eyes.

"I'm sorry." I stood up.

"No you're not." I walked out of the room, and into my own hotel room. I was done talking about my past. I still had more to tell, but I could talk about it anymore. I thought that it would be so easy talking about my past.

I guess I was wrong.
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