Layla Twist

Chp. 7 Strong

* TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ THIS CHAPTER MAY CAUSE DISCOMFORT FOR CERTAIN READERS * (Skip this chapter to avoid)

* Layla POV * Memory Cont. *

"Sorry, Yes I am Drake Dark. And this is my sister, Naomi Dark. I called her when you were in the bath." He introduced them.

"How are feeling now?" Naomi moved up a small table for me to set my bowl on. "Why would you be out in a storm like this?"

They can't know my secret, they won't want me around. I thought to myself.

"Can I ask for your name? You don't have to answer anything your not comfortable with." Drake set down a cup of fresh coffee next to my bowl.

"It's Layla, Layla Twist." I say with little confidence. I didn't have a last name, but thought why not twist my fate to a better one. "I have nothing and no one, not a single thing to my name."

Not a lie, I don't own anything and couldn't have had a job at 17 in the orphanage. It was a management thing I'd guess.

"Need a job? I'm sure we could help you find work." Naomi chirped. "Anything you are interested in?"

"I am good with numbers on occasion, and I can multitask really well." I suggested not knowing what she wanted to hear.

"Well do you like to socialize?" Drake asked. "I have a receptionist position in the financial department here at work. Handling the phone, paperwork, and some emails. But mainly independent job."

"I don't want to intrude at your work."

* Memory End *

"I don't mean to intrude." A light chuckle dragged me back to reality inside a cold room.

Opening my eyes I see a rather hefty man glaring at me.

"I expected to wait longer for you to wake." The man said, his eyes watching me like I'm prey. "Since you woke up early, we can get started."

He walks towards me to stand 1 foot away. "What are you?" He askes.

Nope.

"How do you know of Naomi Dark?" He changed his question. "Keep quite and it will not end well, lie and it will end worse." He growls stepping closer.

"You choose one of my next questions to answer. What is your form? How old are you? Who is Naomi Dark to you?"

Tell them how old you are. The voice chimed in my head again.

"I am 22." I say, the first time I was truthful about my age in 6 years. Everyone thought I was about to be 27, I'm about to be 23. But why does age truly matter, I was able to keep up at my Job.

"What's your name?" He stiffened on the spot waiting for my answer.

I stayed quiet. Becoming frustrated the man walked over and grabbed rope braiding it into my hair, he tied the end of the rope on the cuffs above me.

My hair was long and didn't tug but was off of my body. I watch him grab another rope by the door and come back to face me. Holding up the rope to the light I see it's actually a whip.

There was a weird smell in the air that burned my lungs, causing me to cough slightly.

"Wolf, good to know." He states before going out of view. "Your name." He commanded.

Do not say it.

Why do I keep listening to you? I try to think to the voice. I tried years ago, but it was always silent then.

Please, trust me right now. Her voice started to fade once again. Don't say anything, don't make a sound.

Feeling 4 razor sharp objects drag down my right shoulder to my left hip, I snap back to reality.

I start to scream, biting my tongue I force myself to only grunt and whimper.

"Where did you go to just then?" The man sneered. "What pack are you from?"

I shift trying not to stretch my back more than I already am. "Don't say anything." I whisper under my breathe trying to repeat in my mind.

"Your Pack!" He was growing impatient.

Hearing the swish through the air, the whip connects on my back 3 times before he asked again.

"Where are you from?"

Tears falling from my face I will not break. I am not 17 anymore I am stronger and will get out somehow.

I feel 3 more spots of my back break under the whip.

Looking down I see the blood dripping down to the floor and feeling a burning travel through my veins causing my breathing to become even more uneven.

They are targeting your only friends. Even if they don't know if I'm missing, I will not tell them about Drake and Naomi. Thinking about the only friends I have was distracting enough for me. Not enough to ignore the dangerous man grabbing a dagger and torch, heating the blade across from me.

"I have been informed of the urgency for information." He said. "They need confirmation before the Silver Blood Pack gets it."

I watch the flames turn the metal red.

"Lily, we have been looking for you." What is he going on about now. "You can go start a life with someone, you can get out of here. We can help you with that, with information."

Please tell me he did not just say that?

"No thanks." I cough and spit blood on the floor. My tongue will be bleeding for a few minutes.

Leaning on his knees the torch in pointed towards my legs.

"Are you sure?" He smirks. "There are people interested."

My left knee starts to warm up from the heat my skin is starting to b****e as the fabric burned away.

"I guess not." Turning off the torch he walks back behind and pushing the blade against my skin.

Crying out from the shock, my entire back feeling like an open nerve.

"Had to shut the gashes, can't let you bleed too much." He chuckled.

I keep as quiet as possible, my hands numb above my head keeping my head facing forward.

There were 4 soft beeps before the man walks over wiping one of his hands from blood.

Focusing on anything else I daze out.

Remembering a cake I made for Naomi on her birthday, she had a baby a few days before and almost both of their lives. We celebrated her birthday with her newborn daughter and husband.

We played games based around the physical exercises Naomi had to complete daily. We got really close that weekend, Naomi is very protective of her daughter, and when I was going to visit with Drake I was unsure how it would go. But... It went really well. I can remember it like it was yesterday, the warmth of being home.

Feeling a small prick to on my neck I cling to memory, laughing at Drake with his first diaper charge. The image fades, the darkness overwhelms me.

Leaving me in pain.