"I need you so bad James" I moaned while he was slowly kissing my neck down to my chest
Making the butterflies in my stomach going crazy
"Show me Layla,show me how bad" Whispering into my ear making me tingle as his warm breath sat on my ear, he fli...
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 I was listening to this song on repeat while reading this chapter. This song just seems right for this chapter...
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
I got up from my seat out of excitement "he's dead?!" I screamed down the phone. "He got shot just last night" A kind of grief entered into my body.
I don't know what the problem was. I hate my father, he abused me, and he never loved me... "Well oh..." my tone dropped. "What's the problem, Layla? This is good news" I took a deep breath, "I know Mother, I know it's just-" she cut me off
"Layla this means we don't have to hide anymore, we can go back to New York and our life can go back to normal," she said over the phone. "Gosh Mom I know, but can't we just grief, he is my father I still remember who he was before my brother passed"
"Layla that man was gone a long time ago, we both knew that" She paused for a minute "We all knew it!" Her voice broke over the phone "anyways we have to go back to New York and bury him, the police want to ask us questions when we arrive so..." she let out a sigh
"Pack your clothes for a few weeks, put your business on hold, the family needs us right now, no matter how much we might not care, so please put on act will you in New York?" She doesn't understand
Yes, my father might have abused me but I can't believe he is gone "mother..." I knew she had some grief inside of her. There is no need to try to put on an act like "Layla meet me at the airport tomorrow at 3:15 pm, no later than that" The phone call ended
I looked at my phone lock screen, my brother... I looked up into the ceiling trying to hold back my tears. No matter how much I may not talk about it my brother was my whole world. He was the only one who truly protected me from my father.
As a kid we were always together, at home, at school, in public, everywhere
On the day he died, I waited for him, and I waited. We were supposed to go to Disney World... I know it's stupid but ever since I was a kid I loved Disney World and going and leaving into my teenage years I still love Disney
I wanted to work for Disney at one point... Anyway, that's a different story. I waited, and I rang 15 times that day, waiting for him to pick me up so we could go to Disney Land for the last time before he left for College... Just us being kids again
Instead of getting a phone call from him, it was my mother explaining he was in hospital. He got stabbed 30 times around his chest area.
30 fucking times on my birthday...
Where was my father? I don't know, probably was out there at the strip clubs he was at every night. It's funny because he blamed my brother's death on me.
'It's your fault your brother died, how did he automatically get killed on your birthday, you planned this, you did something, this is what happened when you act like a whore and brat people die..'
The words rang inside my mind, as I said before, ever since then life has never been the same for my family, and as I can see, now that my father is dead there is nothing to accomplish from...
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I looked out the limo window, I can't believe I'm back here, I always knew I would be coming back to New York but coming back to bury my father...
I would never expect this...
The busy traffic, the busy people, the sewage disgusting smell of New York, the noise. It was nice to be back home. "Layla" my mother called for my name
I looked to my side making eye contact with her signalling to her that I was listening "Mhm" I responded "You've been quiet the whole time we left Chicago" She reached her hand out for mine "Don't worry we'll be back home soon, or unless you want to stay" She chuckled
There's nothing fucking funny, why the fuck is she lying, why is she acting like she doesn't care.
"You need to pick out your dress for the funeral this will be our first impression since we left the city... you've got to look gorgeous my darling" She took a piece of my hair and placed it behind my ear... "Mother I'm thinking of going home today" I blurted out. She looked at me surprised
"I thought we both agreed to go back to the mansion together and take out all the memories of your father, the same how we did with your brother Owen" she grabbed my hand tight "I can't go back to that empty house all by myself with all the memories of your father..." I rolled my eyes
"Well mother way too fucking bad!" I shouted, I don't know why I was angry, she didn't do anything wrong, but why was she acting like everything was okay like she didn't care
I don't understand how I feel all these emotions of my father and she doesn't...
She looked at me confused and moved her hand away from mine "Okay.." she paused "Well, that's fine I know you just want some rest. You're probably exhausted" She chuckled again while her lips shivered trying not to cry
We stayed in silence for the rest of the car ride and I made my way into my apartment. While my mother's driver put my suitcase in my penthouse.
My mother did that fake sleep thing so she didn't have to say Goodbye, obviously upset. Absolute classic "Thank you Victor" I thanked my mother's driver while he made his way into the elevator
I reached for my phone while dialling a familiar number, the phone rang for a few times until I was greeted with a excited greeting "hey bitch!!" Vanessa shouted through the phone making me pull my phone from my ear.
"Vanessa guess what?" I placed my handbag on the kitchen counter and placing myself on my couch embracing the softness I haven't felt for the past 11 months.
Vanessa waited for me to carry on "The bitch is back"
