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dave stared blankly at the trashy magazine in his hand , a blown up picture plastered on the front of his girlfriend and James hetsfield.
the photo was blurry but it clearly showed him leading her out of a club and into a taxi , there faces as close as could be.
he couldn't stop the anger that flowed through him , betrayal stinging in his chest .
grabbing the closest thing to him , a vase , he launched it above his head before throwing it at the wall , smashing it to pieces on the floor.
he heard a loud gasp and looked up to see Layla stood by the door staring at him in shock , her eyes blown wide .
"what the fuck ?!" she exclaimed not moving from her spot , confusion on her face as dave continued to laugh humourlessly .
he shook his head and blinked away the tears in his eyes , leaning against the counter behind him to hold himself up .
"are you fucking serious Layla?" he spat angrily , his voice cracking betraying his tough façade .
Layla frowned and looked at him questionably
"what are you going on about dave ? are you drunk?" she asked him concerned.
a loud snort escaped his lips at that
"I'm not , but you were last night right? how was the club Layla?" he taunted her with a cold smirk .
her gaze slowly went down to the magazine he was holding up in his hand , her face falling at how bad it looked .
"dave-" she started to see , panic in her eyes as she stepped forward over the glass , slowly approaching her boyfriend.
he scoffed loudly "don't fucking dave me Layla!" he shouted furiously before laughing
"with James of all fucking people? what the fuck were you even doing near him ? you said you were just going out with your friends !" he screamed slamming the magazine down on the table.
Layla stared at him in shock before sighing
"it's not what it looks like babe , I was with my friends and james happened to be there too." she told him slowly , honesty written all over her face.
"he just happened to be there did he?" he mocked bitterly glaring over at her
"did he just happen to fuck you too ? was that all a coincidence Layla huh?" he spat walking over to her.
she scowled back at him annoyed
" we didn't fuck dave , I was drunk and he offered to take me back to the hotel, that's all." she snapped
