"My life wasn't worth living until you."
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When Layla Greene struggles to handle the death of her best friend, her father decides to uproot and move her family to California in aims to keep her on the right track he put...
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Song for this chapter: No Regrets
- Dappy
Grayson hauls ass and brings me upstairs, throwing me on my bed as I let out a fit of giggles as he begins to tickle me.
"Stop!" I screech. "This is torture." I mumble, trying to turn my body away from him to get his merciless hands to stop with their punishment. "Please have mercy on me." I start singing, although it's very shitty due to my uneven breaths. "Take it easy on my heart." I giggle.
"Ugh." He groans, closing his eyes tight, "shut up." He says.
"Even though you don't mean to hurt me." I carry on, ignoring his orders. "You keep tearing me apart-" all my words are lost as he places his lips on mine, cutting off access to my brain so I can't even think about anything but him. He sucks on my bottom lip for a second, before pulling away suddenly.
"Come back." I beg, holding my arms up but he's off the bed already. I frown even harder.
"You got hurt." He says, "you told me you wouldn't."
"I'm hardly hurt." I roll my eyes at him.
"The bruise on your cheek says otherwise." He retorts and immediately I raise a hand to my cheek before running towards my mirror. Like he said, a purple bruise in the shape of finger prints is painted across my cheek.
"Holy shit." I mumble with my mouth agape. Suddenly it starts to throb a little bit. "I can't believe the dickhead bruised me!" I state in outrage.
"Yeah me neither, and it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't taunted him."
"It was apart of the plan." I tell him softly, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You can't keep doing this to yourself." He mumbles.
"Doing what?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Getting yourself hurt because for some sick reason you think you deserve it." He says.
"I did feel that way, yes." I admit, biting my lip gently. "I thought that I deserved it, yes. Did. But since Rob's been put away, I realise that none of this is my fault. Mason treating me the way he did in our relationship or Cleo and Mason cheating, I wasn't to blame for either. I'm not responsible for Cleo's death and none of what Mason said was true when he was clearly grieving. I know that I didn't deserve to be abused by Brody or raped by Rob. But I survived it all." I tell him what's been on my mind for the past hour.
