Waking up alone in this hotel room I lazily look up at the ceiling. Shapes ident in the paint while my mind picks up on my heart that suffers from an ache. I turn my head and sigh looking at Kyla who was sprawled out either her bunny's floppy ear grasped in her pink painted fingers.
Her lips are slightly parted, her curly mop of hair is shaded over her face. She breaths lightly taking up the entire side of the bed with her arms and legs stretched out. I smile sadly at her and run my hand over her forehead to move her hair out of her face to see her naturally rosy cheeks and wispy eyelashes.
Running my finger over her cheek I turn to face the window. The throbbing in my muscles drums against the inside of my skin as I watch rain trickle down the large window of the hotel room.
I watch the busy streets of L.A., I think I had picked the noisy city to try and drown out the pain. I needed something to mute the sound of my heart cracking and shattering. I needed some sort of distraction. Calabasas was too quiet, I couldn't stay in the same proximity as Layla, it hurt to know she would be nearby.
The rain against the window is soothing as I bury my face into the covers and try to swallow my saturated emotions. My world was painted over in blues and grays as I looked out into the city where horns went off every five seconds.
I close my eyes and nuzzle my face into the covers closing my eyes to maybe drift away a little bit longer. The pain would subside in my peaceful sleep, I could breathe without feeling like I was breathing my last breath.
I walk into the house, dropping my bag on the kitchen counter. I catch Kyla playing in her play pen in the living room alone with the tv playing re runs of Little Einsteins and Wonder Pets.
I arch a brow and grab Ky's attention to see her stand up in her pen, holding onto the mesh to keep her up while she squeaks with excitement. Scrunching her hands for me to grab her when she reaches up for me.
"What are you doing pretty girl?" I ask tickling her stomach and see her whip her head back and giggle, wiggling her toes. I attack her in kisses and hear her little happy squeaks when she looks at me with those sea blue eyes.
"Where's your mama?" I ask her even though I know she doesn't understand enough to answer.
"Mama! Mama!" She says to me while I nod.
"Yeah! Where is she?" I ask in a high pitched voice while she is perched on my arm pulling at my cross necklace to play with.
Going up the stairs I walk through the hallway until I reach our bedroom. The door is securely shut which I find odd. Layla didn't usually just leave Ky alone like she had when I found her entertaining herself.
I come close to the door and hear Layla giggling and moaning out. A pit in my stomach is formed when I hear another man's groaning coming from the other side of the door. Knots tie up my throat until my mouth runs dry, blood running cold.
"Ma, ma?" Kyla says pointing to the door that had Layla and another man behind it. I didn't want to see what I saw next.
I had hoped that it wasn't what it looked like but it was exactly what it looked like. When I had twisted the knob to open our bedroom door I was met with Layla laying in the pillows of the bed while another man dominated her on top. His arms covered in tattoos as he thrusts his hip into her stopping when Layla tell him to get off her.
Her face drops at the sight of me holding our baby with a distressed expression written all over my face. I look into the dark brown eyes of the other man who scrambles to get off my wife and find his clothing.
