Sold to the mafia boss

Layla’s P. O. V.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I slowly drifted away, into the pit of darkness, recoiling into myself, trying to find comfort in my inner self, my life flashed right in front of my eyes. My nineteen years of life on this earth, replaying in front of my eyes.

I remembered the happy moments from my life fast forwardly play in front of my eyes. I could see Maddy and I, standing right in front of my locker the very first day I started highschool. Maddy had just walked up to me, asking where I was headed next and offering to show me ‘our’ next class.

I saw the both of us standing in front of the school’s larger swimming pool, me at the front with eyes wide open as I watched the pool of water, hyperventilating. I was scared of water. But Maddy stood right behind me, rubbing my outstretched hands, trying to calm me down so I could learn to swim before gym class.

I saw my mom standing in my room, offering me a bowl of soup while I laid covered on the bed because I came down with the flu and couldn’t go out of the house.

I saw myself staring at Emma, my ex boyfriend as he sat in the cafeteria, eating and laughing with his jock friends. He looks at me and our eyes meets, and I quickly looked away. He’d caught me checking him out. When I carefully looked back to see him again, he’s smiling, pretending to be paying attention to whatever his friend was saying. But I knew he’d been watching me too. I smiled to myself.

I saw Emma throwing pebbles at my window in the night, climbing up and kissing me passionately. I remembered our very first heated make out.

I remembered him asking us to have sex and me being sick. I remembered catching him in the bathroom with Bridgette, kissing. I remember all the pains, all the denials and recoiling away from everything and everyone and more into myself.

I remembered finally, the day I’d ran through the busy park with my father holding my hand and making sure I wasn’t gonna fall, my pig tails dangling around me. I could still hear my 10 year old self laughing as I climbed the crates in the park, my grip tightly around one of my father’s large fingers.

I shut my eyes in pain, willing all the memories to go away. This is how I end. this is how it all ends. I saw the darkness advancing towards me. I saw so much peace in it. I see Maddy standing at the end of a dark tunnel, a tear sliding down her cheek and calling out my name, one of her hands stretched out to me. I wanted to take that hand and leave with her. But I was too weak.

Slowly, the darkness consumed me. Pain shot through me and I tried to fight it. My body was in pain, my hands were sore from holding it up for the countless hours and from the rope bounding them. I slightly opened my eyes, some eyes gore smearing my eyelashes together and refusing to let me open them properly. I’d cried so much that my tears because glues, guming my swollen eyes together.

My lips are dried and coarse, peeling off on its own. The thirst in my throat is unbearable but I was too weak to do anything about it, unable to do anything about it.

I tried to raise my head but that was a mistake. Or maybe not, because I was falling down in my subconsciousness after that, falling into the pit of darkness.

Then I was lost. Completely. No pains, nothing.

I was gone.

**

I winced and stirred, drifting away from the darkness as I felt the strange pain on my waist. It felt like someone had just woken me up from my silent sleep, bringing back all the pain.

Firstly, I couldn’t tell where I was or why I felt all the pains. My face burned like a fire had been set atop of it. My eyes were heavy. I tried to open my eyes.

Slightly opening it, I shut it back as soon as the brightness peppered through my eyes and I groaned in pain.

I laid back for a while, trying to feel my surrounding with my tired arms. I felt the pain stinging every spot on it but I moved it around anyway.

I felt a pair of strong arms wrapped around my stomach, pinning me down.

Confused, I tried to open my eyes, squinting at first to adjust to the brightness of the room. I opened my eyes to the pure white ceiling above. I looked to the sides of the room to discover I was back in my room, and laid on my bed. But what I didn’t understand were the strong arms holding me down.

Turning my face slightly, I’m gazing into Logan’s sleeping face pressed right above my head, my body laid back and pressed against his chest and groin. My first instinct was to flinch away from him but I was too weak and soar and his arms on me were too strong, trapping me down. He’s still wearing a navy blue inner shirt, a few of it’s upper button undone and revealing his soft, hard skin beneath.

I shut my eyes and looked away, trying not to check him out. I tried to remove his arms from around me and after a while, I succeeded. I gently sat up, my butt still pushed against his groin and winced hard in pain.

I looked down at my wrists, they were hot red, cuts from the rope having cut through it. I felt my face for plasters and there they were, beautifying my broken face and lips.

I was still on my jeans and shirt. I tried to stand up and walk out of the bed but what Logan did next totally spooked me.

Before I could swing a leg over the bed, he stands up from behind me, faster than any normal person could’ve done at that very short moment and position, going over me and pushing me back on the bed, his hands pinning me by my sore hands against the bed. I winced in pain again.

His face is impossibly closer to mine now, his eyes scanning my face.

” Where did you think you’re going? ”

For the first time I looked into his eyes and nearly slapped myself because I actually thought that his eyes were the most beautiful pair I’d ever seen before and what’s worse? This position got me feeling butterflies in my stomach, the closeness of his body to mine pouring warmness all over me.

And I realized, I wanted him.