Perfectly Wrong | S.M

Eleven

Perfectly Wrong | S.M
Chapter: Eleven
Layla

My last week in L.A with Brandon was extremely pointless, i was basically home the whole entire time by myself and Brandon was out doing god knows what. Sometimes i think we're just too different, but then i remind myself that i love him and he really helped with the whole Shawn thing. I didn't tell Brandon i left early i just left, it was pointless me being there, i wanted him to know what he did to me was not okay.

I open the door to the house and i quickly take my things upstairs, i knew no one was home because my mom and little brother are away visiting my grandparents. I begin to put my stuff away while listening to music. My phone began to ring, i got a new one in LA. I answered the call.

"What do you want?" I take the last t-shirt out of my suitcase and grab a hanger.

I hear people in the background, "Where are you? Where did you go?" Brandon asks, i can tell by his voice he is really confused.

I put the phone down on my desk and put it on loud speaker, "Who are you with?" I know he won't answer me, he's always avoiding this question.

He huffs, "Answer my question" He demands. I don't want to piss him off anymore than i already do, i seem to be good at that i don't try to.

I stay silent for a few moments contemplating if I'm going to tell him i went home or if I'm going to continue and ask him who is he with. I just feel like i don't want to get angry, i know he isn't here but i don't want to him ever hurt me like he did the last time i made him really angry, maybe it's my own fault. "I'm at home" i mumble. I feel childish for going home, maybe I'm just overreacting way too much.

I can feel the anger in his breathing, i start to feel anxious. "So you can sleep with Shawn" He mutters i hear a glass hit the wall and gasps from people in the background, i wouldn't like to be them right now.

I grab the phone. "Baby no.......I don't want Shawn we are nothing and haven't been for years, he's just my brothers friend" I yell calmly.

"You're a whore" He scoffs and ends the call. Those words hit me like a ton of bricks, i know I'm not because I've only slept with two people and i don't hang around any boys just Brandon. But it was just that he said that to me it hurt, it really hurt.

I put on a jumper and walk downstairs. The sentence just plays over and over in my head "you're a whore" i know he didn't mean it, i just hate that he gets angry so quickly. I look for food but there isn't much here to have for dinner so i just order food. I spent the rest of the night trying to get ahold of Brandon, he didn't answer me. I fell asleep worrying over our relationship problems.

A few days later

A door slams closed downstairs, i instantly wake up and sit up. I hear Ellie's laugh and i feel so at ease, i just need to be quiet and I'll be fine. I try to listen as much as i can but it's just sounds muffled. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. "I'm just stealing one of Layla's hoodies it's cold" Ellis shouts down to Liam.

There is no way i could hide that I'm here, if i hid that would be fine but what about the suitcase and rubbish in my room, I'm going to be caught anyway. I grab my phone and pretend to be unbothered. Ellis walls in. "Hey" i smile.

I sit back up, she jumps. "Fuck sake Layla when did you get home?" I can tell by the look on her face she knows somethings wrong it's full of sympathy which i don't need, I'm actually fine.

I move my hair out of my face. "I got home late this morning, Brandon started shooting his new movie so i came home as he was really busy" I lie, she seems to buy it which I'm kinda glad about since i don't fancy talking about it.