Dear Alpha, I'm Sorry.

Chapter 4. What am I suppose to do now?

Edited (twice)
Word Count- 2150 (with A/N)
Chapter Edit Date- 06/01/2017.

Old readers-Okay so there is a major cast change up which I'll update soon! Seriously guys don't hesitate to point out if you think the story drags. Also, there'll be some major changes, so tune in.

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Layla's POV

My life officially s*cked.

I was dehydrated, was as hungry as a bear, had been in my uniform for past two days, which was frankly, quite disgusting, and was absolutely frustrated out of my mind. Not to mention, I had a cut lip and a bruise on my arm. And I was bored as f*ck.

That asshole didn't come back for hours.

Seriously, what did I ever do to him?

He even forgot my fooooood. Like who does that? You should never mess with a girl's food, or her chocolate. Never.

Instead of waiting, I decided to sleep that night. If he wasn't coming back, I might as well make full use of his bed, right?

Afterwards, I tried nursing my busted lip. And by nursing, I mean dabbing my lip with the wet towel I found in the bathroom. Which was again hard as f*ck, considering it took me entire 10 minutes to reach there.

And don't even get me started on the bathroom. Man, it was by far the most luxurious thing I had ever seen.

It too, had a black and white interior like the bedroom, but had a golden chandelier on the ceiling. Who even needs chandelier in the bathroom?

There was a connecting room that contained a tub and shower. I was more shocked at the fact that it didn't have an attached steam room.

It had the biggest mirror I had ever seen for a bathroom. And the towels were so posh too. They were made of pure wool, almost like touching the fur of a dog.

Okay, maybe bad reference.

But, you get my point.

I sat on the edge of his bed, facing the balcony and enjoying the breathtaking view through the balcony doors. The forest up ahead was a bit far from the house, but by the looks of it, I was on a higher floor. I quickly calculated, gauging the distance. It must have been 300 metres away.

The trees of the forest shone with a faint white glow, the moon reflecting off the dew on the leaves. I sighed.

Where was Damon now? Was he searching for me?

He must be worried out of his mind.

Ever since the day we met - the day the incident happened - he had been watching me like a hawk.

If I didn't answer my phone the first time, he would get super paranoid, leaving the bar in the middle of a rush to come and check on me.

That day, on the day I was kidnapped, he had called me, right before I left the diner.

I must've dropped my cellphone when I was fighting those hunks.

Damon was my motivation to keep going everyday, despite his annoying habits.

I had to start to search ways to get out of this gorgeous sh*thole.

But I decided to settle on taking a shower first, choosing to think about my escape plan in the bathroom.