Layla's POV
I buttoned up my shirt and deeply sighed as I looked into the mirror. This is the fourth shirt that I had to put on today because I keep getting blood on my other ones and it's annoying. I looked at myself to see bags under my eyes, my hair was a mess, and I looked like a f*****g assassin. I heard a knock at the door and I looked in the mirror to see Melanie. "It's been two days and be hasn't given us anything." She said as she sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands.
I sighed not knowing what to do. These past couple of days I have felt everything inside me come to an end. I have been wanting to cry but the d**k in the basement is the reason why I haven't. He's given me enough reason to stay mad than sad. "What do you need?" I asked as I walked towards her and lean
