MY WORST FEARS (Completed)

Chapter 30

HELLZEL'S POV

She started to rush to the room, but I quickly stopped her. I wouldn't allow her to get in there and meet Laila.

"Is that..." She pointed at the room, confusion evident on her face.

"That's, uh, Mum. My mum is, uh..." I stuttered out, fumbling for something, anything, to tell Tania.

Except the truth, of course.

She looked at me suspiciously, then glanced back to where the noise came from.

Clearing my throat, I began again. "My mum is here and we probably woke her up. She ain't feeling so well and that's why I brought her here". I managed to complete my lie. Tania opened her mouth to protest, but I grasped her shoulders and looked her in the eye.

"You need to leave, now. I'll call you in the morning and find more about your friend," I concluded. She still looked like she had a lot of things to say, but I didn't give her a chance to vocalize her unwelcome thoughts.

"Are you sure that's necessary?" she asked as I led her to the front door.

"Yes. It's my mum. I'll see you tomorrow then Tania." I shut the door before she had a chance to say anything else.

I rushed into the spare room and found Laila fast asleep, her face twisted into a frown. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and her sheets were all twisted around her legs. She was probably having a bad dream. Perhaps being beaten by her boyfriend.

Looking at her, I thought maybe that her boyfriend was the reason why her skin was covered with scars. A sharp pant of pity pierced at my heart at that thought.

Brilliant. Now I was going soft.

My eyelids were heavy with sleep and I glanced at Lay just as darkness overtook me.

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LAILA'S POINT OF VIEW

I struggled to open my eyes, a persistent ringing sound driving me crazy. Rolling over, I groaned out loud at how much my head hurt. Suddenly, I realized something.

I jumped out of bed and quickly rushed to the bathroom to release my poor bladder. After I had done my business, I washed my hands and opened the door.

A spout of dizziness overwhelmed me, and I stumbled out of the bathroom before tumbling ungraciously onto the ground. I got up slowly, realizing that I had fallen right in front of a large mirror.

I took a glance of what I was wearing when I realized that I didn't recognize where I was.

This isn't my room, I thought to myself. I'm not at home. And worst of all-

Oh.

Oh no.

What the hell happened when I was sleeping?!?

Focusing back on the mirror, I realized that the shirt I was wearing wasn't mine. It was a baggy shredded white tee, considered very fashionable these days. For men at least, who could get away with not wearing shirts in public.

On top of that, I wasn't wearing any pants. The masculine shirt was short, barely reaching my thighs when I stood. But if I lifted my arms...

I stared back at my reflection, horror slowly sleeping into my face. My legs weakened and my breathing quickened as my face turned bright red. I searched around desperately for something, anything I could use to cover up my body.

My eyes welled with tears of shame as I covered myself with a nearby blanket. I sat on the cold floor, wrapping my arms tightly around my knees and pulling my legs close to my body.