bad boy next door ↠ c.t.h

chapter 14

layla brown

my eyes widened when i saw his face.

his fuxked up, bruised face.

"this is what your asshole boyfriend did to me, you bitch" he pointed over to the work calum did to his face. my heart started racing seeing his eyes piercing through me.

i slightly opened my mouth to yell for help, but felt his hand covering it. "scream... you're dead" he growled, and grabbed my arm leading me out of the hospital. all i could think about is calum, alone inside not knowing what's happening.

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calum hood

layla left to get my snacks 10 minutes ago, but still didn't come. does it really take longer than five minutes for stuff to drop out of that stupid thing?

i waited another five minutes, starting to worry a bit. what if she ditched me? i wouldn't be surprised, i would ditch my dumbass too.

the nurse walked in checking me up for the last time, later telling me that i can leave. i contemplated over asking her about layla. i thought about it for a while until the nurse snapped me out of my thoughts.

"kid. you can leave you're all fixed up, and take care of yourself next time" i nodded and thanked her leaving the room.

i walked out to the front of the hospital, which also was the parking lot. i started thinking about so many different things like, why did layla ditch me, or does she even care about me, and the biggest one, how the hell should i get home.

all of those thoughts went away once i spotted something. layla's car. what the fuxk is that doing here?

the worrying thoughts only increased. if layla did ditch she would've taken her car, there's no way she could've walked back home.

i started to think she must still be in the hospital so i asked the security guard standing outside the entrance door.

"hello sir. by any chance did you see a girl walk out of here a while ago?" i asked him politely, praying he saw her.

"oh yes. she left with a boy, they both drove off inside a black car" he told me everything that i was hoping not to hear.

"do you remember what he looked like?" i needed every single detail of this guy that took her.

"he was pretty beaten up. to the point where i wanted to ask him what had happened but decided not to, since he seemed in a rush" once the guard told me everything, i thanked him and rushed home.

it took me about an hour and a half to get back, but all i cared about was who took layla. i paced around my room thinking about everyone that knows her, or anyone that i knew that might want to out to get her.

all i remember from the guys that fuxked me up this bad barely had any scratches on them. not yet that's for sure.

i couldn't take the stress anymore and decided to call the guys.

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they arrived in under 10 minutes once they found out it was about layla.

"where the hell were you when this happened?!" michael yelled the moment he saw me.

"need i remind you i almost fuxking died out there to the point i had to go to the hospital. she was the one that brought me there. i didn't see her again after she left to get something to eat" i looked down blaming myself for all of this.

none of this would've happened if i just took care of my mess, on my own. i started rubbing my face, frustrated over everything.

"how the fuxk are we gonna get her if we have no idea who took her or where she is?" ashton yelled getting up to walk around.

"everyone just calm down we'll get her back" luke reassured us, i sighed not knowing what was happening to her. not knowing if i'll be able to make it to her.

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layla brown

the asshole threw me in his car and drove off. i tried opening the door when he wasn't looking. but he beat me to it and grabbed my wrist tying them up.

"try pulling any other type of shit i will lock you in the trunk" he glared at me and turned his attention back to the road.

my eyes started to tear up, not knowing if i was going to make it out alive. or if anyone would even care to help me get out.

after the long, painful drive, we reached a house, basically in the middle of nowhere.

how cliche.

the guy pulled me out of the car and knocked on the front door. another guy with long blonde hair appeared and took me out his hands throwing me to the floor. i groaned trying to get up but he picked me up and eyed me.

"this the bitch that got you beat up?" he asked the beaten up one, smirking. he nodded and chuckled.

i glared at both of them trying to show no fear, but on the inside, i was terrified of both of them. they both pushed me leading me inside a room with one light on. my heart started racing even more.

"so, let's just start with introductions first" he clapped his hands together looking at me, smiling.

"my name is christian anthony, and this is my friend, mitchel cave, the one you got beaten up" the guy with the long blonde hair, who apparently was named christian, but i finally got the name of the guy that calum beat up.

"he fuxking deserved what he got" i rolled my eyes looking at both of them.

i felt a stinging pain on my cheek, finding mitchel in front of me.

"don't think i won't beat the living fuxk out of you" he pointed his finger at me.

my eyes started to well up with tears because of the pain.

"so babygirl, you didn't introduce yourself to us" the christian guy came back sitting in front of me.

"i am not your babygirl, you dick" i hissed back, making him chuckle. "i'm only trying to help you by making small talks just so this one doesn't do anything bad to you" that sentence made my heart drop. what does he want to do to me?

"now what do you want to do, stay with mitchel here, or just say your fuxking name so this goes by faster?" he asked but i looked down with worry on my face.

"very well then" he said and motioned to mitchel, which made him start walking towards me. christian walked out and slowly closed the door.

"now what should i do to your little ass first?" he looked at me up and down. i started to have a lump in my throat but kept it inside, not showing him any emotion.

he suddenly punched my stomach, making me scream in pain. he chuckled liking the fact that i was in pain and landed another punch this time on my face.

"let's recreate the stuff your boyfriend did to me, to show you how much pain he left on me"

"then do it already you fuxking coward" i said smirking, even though i was in pain.

he punched me, kicked me, did so much i lost count. once he was done, he left me on the floor, my beaten, bleeding self.

i was left alone, in intolerable pain, all i could hear were my sobs, letting everything that i held in out.

please let this end.

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hey bitches i guess i'm back. not that anyone cares since no one enjoys this book either way. the thing is i kind of got pretty inspired and started to write again. anyways if you enjoyed this yAy. might update after a year again, but i guess it's fine. btw i added my daddies, chase atlantic to the story :D 

-ramsha :)