The Broken Tale

I'm sorry

Song: Trust Me by Kard
   
             Layla felt warmth around her, she could feel the softness of the bed sheets around covering her body. She felt a warm hand holding hers, it was no longer night, bright sunlight was beaming into the room. She tried to lift her heavy eyelids, every inch of her body ached and hurt. His bright blonde sparkled in the sun, Layla could recognize him anywhere. He was sitting in a chair by her side, his denim jacket laid by the foot of the bed, he was holding his head in his hands.
"B-Brian?" She murmured.
He looked up instantly, the first thing she saw were his swollen, red eyes.
"Thank god." He said, taking in a breath of relief.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" She asked, sitting up with a groan.
"I came to give Ali a few papers since he wasn't picking up his phone." He answered tiredly, "The door was open. I came in but nobody was here. But then I came in here and found you in bed. You were covered in the sheets but I could see the bruises and cuts on you. I can already what happened to be honest but I texted Ali anyway. He said that you had fallen sick."
Brian sighed. Layla was completely quiet, she fought the tears in her eyes as the memories of last night flew to her mind. Brian noticed the tears glittering in her ocean blue eyes. He slowly sat on her bedside, cupping her face in his hand.
"Every time a tear falls from your eyes, I want to kill someone." He said in a small voice, "It feels like someone is stabbing me through the heart."
Layla sobbed softly to herself.
"He...he-he l-let him d...do this to m-me." She wept.
"What?"
"He l-let him f...force himself i-in me." Layla mumbled between sobs.
She felt Brian's hand turn cold on her face. He didn't know what to say. Should he express his shock and anger? Should he ask what happened or allow her to get it off of her chest? His uncertainty left him frozen.
"They did it together!" Layla wailed, clutching onto Brian's shirt, "They were too strong... I couldn't do anything!"
He shushed her with a kiss on her forehead.
"It wasn't your fault, Layla, it's never been your fault." He reassured.
Layla buried her face in his chest, her nostrils filled with the strong smell of his cologne.
"Laili, none of what happens to you is your fault, you don't deserve any of this." He continued, "But good things always come in disguises."
"Like meeting you."
Brian froze. He must have thought he heard her mumbled words wrong.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you." He said, "What was that?"
"Meeting you was the only good thing that came out this." Layla repeated with a sniff, "I...I think it was worth it to know what love feels like."
Brian didn't reply but she felt him flinch with every word.
"I...Layla..."
Layla ignored him. She pressed his hand up against her lips, closing her eyes to shut out the scene of the bedroom that brought back memories of last night.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that night." She whispered, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you how much you mean to me... I wish I had told you how much I love you that night."
Brian's eyes widened in shock. He paused for a while, his hand growing cold against her lips. But after a few minutes, his hand left her lips and cupped her face, lifting her head to meet his gaze.
"I'm sorry."
Layla chuckled through her tears, "What do you have to be sorry for?"
"That I can't protect you."
Layla let out a sigh. She laid her head on his chest, her heartbeat synchronized with his.
"Stay with me. Tell me that you're here and that's more than what I'd ever ask for... I've been so used to the pain that the smallest bit of love that makes other people would greed for more is more than enough for me. Because I know what it feels like to be alone, I know how valuable any kind of love is."
Brian laid his head against hers, his hand held hers.
"I'm sorry." He said again.
"Brian-"
"I'm sorry that I can't even give you the smallest thing you ask for." He interrupted quickly, "I'm sorry that I can't promise that I'll never leave you."
His words fell on her like a pile of bricks. She could not figure out what he meant. Did he find someone else? How cojld he in just three days? Was he leaving? Or did he figure out that he didn't really love her? But he pushed all her thoughts away with one kiss on her head.
"But I can promise that I'll be by your side for as long as I can. Whether it's as your lover or your friend, I promise that I'll be with you for as long as long as I breathe. But I'm sorry that I'm not the one who'll decide for much longer I will breathe."
Layla shook her head, "I'll be the one to die first, Brian, not you."
"You don't know that."
"That's what's most likely, Brian, we both know that. How much longer do you think Ali will manage to keep his hands off of my neck?"
"Long enough for you to get far enough from him that he can't touch you."
Layla sighed, "Either way. I want to live everyday as if it's my last. I want to be surrounded by the people I love and..."
She looked up into his bright blue eyes, she could see the sun's reflection through his dilated blue pupils. She cupped his face with her free hand, leaning up as close as she could to him.
"And by the man I love." She whispered.