• Layla •
No one wanted me until him. He was my savior, my hero. I loved him.
But we were torn apart by the system. Once again no one wanted me. I was a shadow. Hiding from the demons around me, lurking in broad day light.
Until someone noticed me...
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• Sherlock •
"I'm sorry Liam, that's just the way it is." I look at my foster mom. She is a bitch, but she isn't as bad as all the other I had before her. She didn't beat me or the children. Made sure there was enough food for us to survive and separated the boys from the girls. The only thing that was missing was emotional aspect.
"Please don't do this. Just one more year and I will be 18. One more year and then I can move out and provide for myself" I'm begging but I don't care. It feels like someone just ripped out my heart. "I don't have the money for it Liam."
I look at the woman in disbelief. The system provides her with enough money to take care of us, why is she lying? I want to argue but she just shakes her head, pretending to be just as saddened by the situation as me.
"I'm sorry." She leaves me, sitting at the long, old plastic dinner table. Tears are welling up in my eyes but I blink them away, refusing to let them fall.
My biggest fear is happening. They are going to take me away from her, the only light in my life and I can't do anything to stop it. My life is still in the hands of the system. They don't give a fuck that they are ripping out my heart.
I get up, feeling numb. Slowly I walk up the stairs, into the walk-in closet me and Layla had claimed as our spot in the house.
I find her sitting in the corner, curled into herself. Her eyes are red, tears are running down her pretty little face. She trembles and gives me a frightened look. "She is sending you away...?" she asks me. She wants me to deny it even thought she already knows. I confirm it with one nod and Lily whimpers.
It's a heartbreaking sound and I kneel down in front of her, wrapping my arms around her tiny frame. I'm not really tall, around 6 feet but her tiny body of 5 feet makes me tower over her. She fits me perfectly however, like she is made for me.
She cuddles right into me, putting her head in the curve of my shoulder and neck and starts crying softly.
I love her. She is my first in everything. The first girl I trusted. The first girl who's hand I held. The first girl I kissed. The first girl I claimed as my girlfriend. The first girl I had sex with.
And they are ripping me away from her, making me unable to protect her. I'm angry, frustrated, confused, hurt.
I want to tell her to run away with me but I know better. She is only 15, still has years of school ahead of her. She doesn't deserve to live on the streets because of my selfishness. She has so many opportunities, I don't have to right to take them from her. No matter how much I love her, no matter how much it hurts.
"I will come back for you. I promise. I will always come back for you" I promise her, making her look into my eyes. She gives me a soft smile before cuddling right back into my arms. I hold her, not wanting to let her go until i'm forced to. I will do anything to fulfill my promise.
But who would've thought it would take me 9 years to fulfill that promise.
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A/N if you're not reading the first book "Mayhem" of this series you may not know, but I will only post the prologue for now. When the first, second and third book of this series is finished, I will continue with this one.
