Layla (Not Edited)|✔️

Chapter 4

"Excuse me?" I asked turning around.

Standing before me was your typical blonde. She wore clothes so tight and short, that it could have been mistaken for her underwear. Her fake boobs were spilling out of the crop top she wore, that look like it was two times smaller than her size. Her makeup was caked to her face, making her look way older than she appear to be.

"What are you doing in Emilio's room?" she asked with a suspicious look on face.

I just stood there unmoving, unable to form any words. What was I doing in his room?

"Are you dumb?" she asked with a sneer on her face.

I just met her like 5 seconds ago and I already know that I don't like her. I was about to answer when the door burst open.

"What the fuck are you doing in here? How many times do I have to tell you not to come in my room unless I call for you?" he asked calmly, his attention focused on the blonde.

The way he spoke so calmly caused a shiver to run down my spine. Him being so calm is even scarier than when he is angry. You could see how hard he was trying to keep his anger at bay. This was not good.

He didn't wait for her to answer as he dropped the clothes he had in his hands on the bed and grabbed her by her upper arm, dragging her out the room. I think he has a thing for dragging people.

Thinking that the clothes were for me I walked over to the pile and saw that it was women's clothing. Not just any women's clothing, there was lingerie, a small crop top and a very short shorts.

He has got to be kidding me. So he expects me to dress like a whore. The nerve of that guy.

I decided against wearing the shorts and crop top, and instead went back into his closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Walking into the bathroom with the clothes in hand, I close the door behind me and took a look around. A gasp escaped my lips as I marveled at the sight before me.

The bathroom was the size of my whole apartment. In one corner there was a bathtub that was calling out to me, a shower stall, and a long counter with two separate sinks and a mirror covering the wall above the countertop. There was another door with what I'm assuming is the toilet. Everything in this bathroom screamed luxury.

I ran myself a bath and spend a good half hour washing myself as indicated by the clock on the wall. It was now 9:00 pm, stepping out of the tub and draining it; I quickly rinse the soap off my body. Stepping out of the shower I dried off and put on the clothes.

I tried to avoid my reflection before I took the bath fearing my appearance, and now I feel confident that I won't look as bad as before. Stepping in front of the mirror, I ran my hands through my damp hair. I searched the cabinets under the counter for a hairbrush and found a few. I took one out and brushed my hair.

After I was pleased with my appearance, I walked out of the bathroom and almost fainted at the sight before me. Emilio stood proudly before me in only his underwear, running a hand through his damp hair.

His body was sculpted to perfection. He was lean with muscles in all the right places. I followed the train of his six packs, to his very prominent v-line. My eyes began trailing lower when he decided to clear his throat.

My eyes shot up to his in an instant as he stood in front of me with a smirk plastered on his face. My face heated up in embarrassment as I dropped my stare to the ground.

"I see that you like having your own way" he commented stepping closer to me.

My heart sped up and my breathing became shallow the closer he got. Stopping in front of me I could feel his breath on my forehead. I was still staring at the ground, so now his feet were all I could see.

He put a finger under my chin and forced me to look him in the eye. I did not know how he would react to me wearing his clothes and disobeying him, and frankly I didn't want to find out.

He grabbed me by my neck and squeezed. It was becoming harder to breathe as he continued to squeeze.

"I make the rules and you follow. You have been tempting me to put a bullet in your fucking head. Don't think that I forgot about the little stunt you pulled earlier. It will not go unpunished. It's time you start accepting your faith, Cara." He whispered in my ear before letting me go.

He walked away from me as if nothing had happened, leaving me on the floor gasping for air. He got in the bed and turned his back to me.

It was still hard to breath as I laid there letting the tears fall. I wasn't one to show any weakness, but being stuck in this impossible situation I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I don't know how long I was lying on the floor crying, before I decided that crying was not going to get me out of this.

I got up off the floor, not know what to do or where to go. I was contemplating asking Emilio where I was going to sleep when he answered my question without me actually asking.

"You're sleeping on the floor, so you can get comfortable down there Tesoro" he said still facing away from me.

"Can I at least get a pillow and a blanket?" I asked helplessly.

"No" was his simple answer.

How rude? I wasn't even surprised that he denied my request, because if he had actually complied then that would have been a surprise. I sighed in defeat as I got as comfortable as I could on the cold floor.

I laid there unable to sleep as I reminisced on the memories that I shared with my mother. She was always there to encourage me whenever I doubted myself. She was amazing, beautiful and kind.

I know that if she were here, she would be scolding me to stop doubting myself. She would tell me to have faith and that God knew best, that he would not put me in a situation that he knew I couldn't handle.

Six Years Ago

My friends and I had decided to join the cheerleading team. I mean, I was no cheerleader, but they had convinced me that it would be fun and I probably wouldn't have to participate.

The cheer captain never liked me and when she saw me walk through those gym doors for tryouts, I could already see that evil smile she always wore on her face brighten. I was proven right that she was up to no good when she immediately accepted me to the team, even though I sucked.

She announced that I would be one of the new flyers for the team. I know I couldn't do it, but I also wanted to prove her wrong.

So now here I was with three of my friends helping me practice.

"I can't do it" I complained for the thousandth time today as I failed again.

"You can do anything you want if you believe in yourself" my mother encouraged me.

She was always in my corner, my biggest fan.

Taking a deep breath, I tried again and succeeded.

She had believed in me, so I had to believe in myself. She always believed in me.

End of Flashback.

Oh mom. If only you were here now to comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be okay. She knew just what to say and do in every situation.

I know that if she was here, she would tell me not to give up and have hope for better days.

So that's what I'm going to do. Hope. Hope that everything will be fine.