Layla's pov
Pain, one word to describe how I felt since my parents left me here. No one cared, no one wanted to care. That's what hurt the most, feeling worthless.
"Layla...Layla." It rang in my ears but, all I seen was Brad coming towards me making me suck in a breathe of air.
"No,” I screamed, my hands flying to my ears to block out his voice.
While my eyes shut, hot tears ran down my cheeks, taunting me. It was as if I was stuck in this space with Brad and I knew exactly what it was. The background was blurred and I was lost in my panic, stuck in my own space. In a second mv eves opened on their own accord to the feel of sparks on my face.
Landon, his hands were on either side of my head, fingers threaded in my black hair, "Layla, that's it baby, come back to me, come back,” his vo
