Sold To The GangLeader (discontinued for the time being)

CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT

*I'm back! Sort of... Important author note at the end.*

*Please remember the comments won't add up because it's from the old version of this story.*

Ayla's POV

I'm not sure what to feel right now.

A million thoughts are racing through my head and I can't seem to catch up to them.

My mind won't allow me to escape what I've done. Every thought I have leads to the fact that I killed a man.

Did he have a family waiting for him? What about all his friends? Did he have a wife or any kids? He probably had so much he still wanted to do in life. And I took that all away from him. He'll have people that will miss him and cry for him. I'll be the one who caused them that pain.

When I saw him on top of Zach, I didn't know what to do. Zach was struggling and I grabbed the gun before I could realize what I was doing.

But now I realized what I have done and it's all crashing down on me.

A slightly cold feeling wrapped around my body, bringing me to reality. I looked around to find myself in my underwear and in a bathtub. I don't even remember being brought in here.

"Ayla." A voice spoke and I looked up to see Cole kneeling beside the bathtub. His eyes never strayed from my face and I watched as he brought his hand up to wipe away a tear that I didn't realize was rolling down my cheek.

I don't even care that he's seeing me naked from my waist up right now. My body won't allow me to feel anything other than guilt, sorrow, and sadness.

But none of those feelings are for me. I don't deserve to feel sorry for myself or to feel sad for myself. I don't deserve any of that.

I took away a life. A life that wasn't mine to take.

"Hey, look at me." A hand fell on my shoulder and I looked back up at Cole. "Tell me what happened."

"I..." My lips trembled and tears numbly rolled down my cheeks. Cole clenched his jaw as he watched my tears. "I-I....killed a man."

I put my face in my hands, not being able to hold back my sobs any longer.

"Ayla." Cole brought his hands to mine and made me put them down. "I need you to tell me everything. How did it happen?"

"Z-Zach and I....we were listening to what A-Adrien had to say and then....Oh God..." All the information that I heard them say about my father came rushing back and it all became unbearable.

I sobbed harder and felt like I couldn't breathe. I put a hand to my chest as I struggled to get air into my lungs.

It's all too much. And I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

"Take deep breaths." Cole spoke, putting a hand to my back and rubbing small circles. "Focus on me, Ayla."

"I-I..can't." I shook my head, barely being able to speak.

"Lean forward." He said, helping me move forward with the hand on my back. He got into the bathtub behind me and then pulled me back into his chest. "Take a deep breath with me. Ready?"