Layla and Tanner fight again.
Screams make her house tremor.
Violence fills the room.
"I saw the fucking way you were looking at him!"
He throws the empty vases.
He throws the picture frames.
They shatter.
"Baby, I only love you!"
"Bullshit! You fucking slut!"
More throwing.
More breaking.
"No, baby, please..."
"We're done."
Her heart shrivels.
"You know I love you.
Please.
Don't do this to me.
Not here.
Not now.
I need you.
I love you."
The door slams.
Layla is alone.
More cuts and bruises to cover her body.
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Unrequited
Short Story"If there was such a thing as love, he thought. She was love." __________ A short, fucked up, unrequited love story between Maxwell and Layla.
