The little one

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Isaac'a POV

He done the worst thing that he could possibly do and I wanted to hurt, I wanted to hurt him bad, make him pay for what he had done to my sister make him feel the pain that he's caused her, make him regret everything that he done, but for some reason Layla doesn't want that, she too kind and nice and sweet and that's what gotten her into this in the first place.

Laura whispered in my ear that we should hold the news about the baby tonight because we didn't know that the evening would take this turn. Obviously I agreed with her.

Layla went upstairs and all you could hear from up there was the shower, maybe she was crying in there and that's why she took so long but when she came back downstairs she was in different clothes but her hair wasn't wet at all and I wasn't the only one who felt suspicious about all of this.

"Why isn't your hair wet?" My youngest brother asked.

"Oh... I dried it." She sounded worried and it was obvious.

"I didn't hear a hairdryer." My eldest brother stated.

"Why do you all need to keep tabs on me?"

"I'm fine okay? I'm fine. I don't need to be watched every move I make because you all think I'm going to break down at some point, I can be there for myself so can you please just get off my back, now if you don't mind me I'm going to go up to my room and reads the book that I was meant to finish days ago."

She left the room as everyone stared at her feeling bad, but we were all worried about her I guess she just didn't see that.

I looked over at everyone else and we were all lost for words not knowing what to say or what to do, we were all on edge, going after her wasn't the option or she might feel like were harassing her and not giving her the space she needs.

Xaviers POV

I don't care what Layla said or that she's gone to the police already I was going to make that boy pay in my own way, I don't care if she would hate me forever after it, no one and I mean no one will very hurt my family, I couldn't protect her but I can or by getting rid of him so he's no longer a threat in the future. He hurt my baby and that hurt everyone else so he definitely deserves it.

I was too angry and I couldn't show anyone it, I had to try and cool down and to do that I needed to be alone, there was no one blocking the stairs so I could just got to my bedroom or office or I could go outsource for fresh air, my office has a lock so that's where I'll go.

I left the room and travelled upstairs, no one followed me luckily because I really wasn't in the mood. I walked past Layla's room and put my ear on the door to see what she was doing, all I heard were quiet sobs, I just wanted to take the pain that she has away but I can't and maybe it isn't the best thing if I cause her anymore pain.

I put my hand on the handle and went in the room. She quickly sat up and wipes her tears away to show that she's fine but I know that she isn't, I sat next to her in her bed and gave her a hug pulling her into me. She cried into my chest while I stoked her back comforting her, it reminded me of when she was little and she hurt herself by tripping over and I would cuddle her until she stopped crying and that's what I was going to continue to do.

She cried for about 20 minuets until she fell asleep in my arms. She was exhausted so I laid her down and out her teddy in her arms while putting a blanket over her. "Good night my princess." I kissed her head and left the room.

When I turn around I see my queen standing there. I pulled her into a hug and she gripped onto me tightly.

5 hours earlier