-Shut up, Scott- I say trying to fix the mess of the tie around my neck. He doesn't stop clutching his stomach while he laughs.
-You don't know what he looks like ...- he can't finish the sentence why he gives him another fit of laughter.-You are going to get me to go to court in a tracksuit- I pause and desperately throw my tie at Scott's old, shattered couch.This one wipes the tears that have jumped from the laughter and take the tie to approach me.-He's handsome, let me help you- he says, wrapping the tie around my neck. He would roll his eyes if he knew, so he just snorted. Scott ties me into a perfect tie knot and I stand idly by as I watch him.-All this time you knew how to tie a tie knot, and have you waiting for me to send it all to hell before you could do it?-Yes. -He answers before starting to laugh again.He makes me nervous that he's laughing all the time, but in part, it's one of Scott's characteristics. He can be surrounded and have a shitty life, but then he laughs and makes you forget everything else, you no longer notice that in the left corner of the apartment the ceiling is falling apart, that the kitchen sink is full of dirty dishes and there are leaks. You don't even realize that his back is full of scars covered with tattoos, why of course, he's laughing, so that means he's happy.- I'm going- I say, putting my jacket over my shirt and opening the door.-Goodbye handsome!- I hear Scott yell from inside the apartment, always accompanied by a laugh.(...)I come out of the double wooden doors of the courthouse in a fury. I can't believe he has a criminal trial in three months. I run my hands through my hair, in a desperate attempt to calm myself.In that, Lailah leaves the same place as me and she looks at me defiantly. She has gotten what she wanted and that bothers me.Hers two big blue eyes of hers watch me mocking me and she has a triumphant smile on her face that disappears when I approach her furiously. But I get so close that I make her back crash against the wall in an attempt to get away from me and our faces are inches apart.Now I'm the one who gets what she wants. She is afraid of me. I can hear her heart beating at breakneck speed inside her chest and I admire the way she disguises how her hands are slightly shaking from her.-You won't testify against me- I say very close to her face in a hoarse voice. Both hands on either side of her body, leaning against the wall, leaving no escape. She looks at me with her mouth ajar, scared.-Yes, I will do it- she answers firmly. She tries to sound sure of what she says, but she can't.I shake my head.-No, you will not. -Her gaze from her passes a moment from my eyes to my lips, but she immediately deflects it. And the sound of her breathing becomes heavier- You want to know why not?-Surprise me- she finally manages to say, looking at me seriously.-Because you will be so in love with me that you will not even be able to ask yourself the fact that I go to jail- I say with a lopsided smile.She looks scared, but she lowers her gaze and fixes it on mine, defiantly. Then she speaks, calmly and slowly.-If you think I'm going to fall in love with you ... it's because you must have hit your head very hard in the accident where you killed my best friend.I stare at her, not knowing what to say. And I'm about to reply when a voice interrupts us.- Lailah- says his best friend as he looks at the two of us, making me move both of my arms away from the wall and away from her.
He seems a little pissed off, but it is clear that he is not going to tell me anything, he would not have the courage for that. She clears her throat and adjusts her pencil skirt.Then, under the watchful eye of her friend, I take off Scott's tight jacket and hang it on her shoulder, beginning to walk toward the courthouse exit. I walk briskly down the long front stairs and get on my motorcycle that is parked right on the sidewalk, seeing Lailah and her family watching me from the top of the stairs with superiority.I start the engine, ringing it as loud as possible, and speed off down the road.Lailah Gost, you're going to fall in love with me whether you want it or not.I blink several times when I look in the mirror. The first thing I think about is, is this me?-Wow- I say, turning over myself. You did a great job.-I know- Gigi says proudly, pretending to wipe away a tear.I do not know where this dress came from and it is not for throwing me flowers, but it seems that it is made to measure for me. It is pastel pink and with them back in the air, two thin and long straps hold my shoulders and make me double my neckline. It's perfect, although I see it a bit risky for a party at a teenager's house, full of teenagers with bouncing hormones, Gigi has insisted. I check my hairstyle, I wear my hair down, wild style with ringlets that fall almost to my waist.I can't help but think of Ali. The one who used to fix me was her. I remember when she tied me to a chair just because I didn't want to wear makeup and she didn't convince me. If only I could see her one more time ...A tear is about to fall down my cheek but I
- I do not know what to do- My eyes dart everywhere in a panic- How can I help you?-I know I don't deserve it, believe me. But I need it. You just have to watch those guys realize I'm in danger.I see through the stairwell as they begin to spread through the house and that's when I appreciate that it is as huge as it is. They are registering it.- Are you hiding now, Azael? -the same man shouts again.Azael runs his hands through his hair and looks at me anguished.He deserves it ... Let them catch him- my conscience tells me but ...-That I have to do? -I speak gulping.Why am I such a good person? fuckSure you deserve this. Apart from causing the death of the person I loved the most, the only thing he has done since I met him is get me in trouble and make fun of me. But despite that, I don't want him killed. I d
-Wake up fucking! What do I have to do to get someone to listen to me in this house !?- I hear a shrill voice yell in my ear. Someone is shaking me and touching my balls. Not literally.I open my eyes and see Lailah taking the sheets off her, but when she sees that I'm in boxers she turns red and puts them back on. She is wearing pink pajamas with bunnies.-You know, you should get up now, because ...- Now you see- she interrupted when I get out of bed and stretch.-Oh God! - she covers her eyes with one hand and turns around in shame- My parents are downstairs! What do you think you're doing?!I yawn. I don't care. Her parents shouldn't be surprised that her daughter had someone sleeping in her house and boxers. She is a teenager, right?- And?- I ask with a shrug- You're very exaggerated, Lailah.She puts on that incredulous face that she makes when I hurt her pride.-Lailah, honey! -the voice of her mother sounds downstairs
When I saw him kiss the girl next to him, something had exploded inside me and that had prompted me to kiss Derek. Why I don't know yet, but I felt like he should.The only thing I know, although not with absolute certainty, is that Azael was kissing that girl to feel superior to me, to show me that he is capable of making me fall in love with him while he kisses other girls right in front of him my nose. And I wasn't going to let that happen.Derek has his hands pressing on my waist as he kisses me like the world is going to end today, I can only feel some disgust towards this way of kissing, so I appreciate it when someone pushes us apart.Then everything happens very fast. I see bare-chested Azael punching Derek's face and gasp. The people around them enthusiastically approach and circle them to begin observing what is happening.-Can someone separate them !?- I cry in anguish. Derek manages to turn Azael around and get on top, but when he goes to hit
I get out of bed and head to the closet nervously.I wear denim jeans with a sweatshirt and trainers, since it's cold at night, and I put my hair in a ponytail. The sound of a message enters my cell phone and I guess that must be Scott sending me the location of his house.I approach the bed and strategically place some pillows so that covered with the sheet, they look like my silhouette sleeping. Just in case my mother shows up. If she works in the movies, why not give it a try?I pick up my cell phone and dial Jason's number, when several rings pass, she answers.-Jason, I need you to do me a favor- I hear a yawn from his side- You trust me, right?-Lailah, what's up? You are scaring me...-I need you to take me somewhere, but please don't ask questions. -If Jason finds out that I'm going at this hour to the apartment of the best friend of the boy who killed our best friend, who is drunk, it is clear that he would never agree to take me.
And I kiss him.And there is nothing else in this room, no one else. It is as if all the problems that prevented us have disappeared. What else gives everything? Now it's just him and me.With a simple brush of lips, so neat, so innocent and so tender, I get something to light up inside me, something new, a mixture of the desire for more that I feel right now, the desire and the adrenaline that runs through my veins. Maybe that's what makes it so tempting ... to know that it's forbidden. It is as if our lips fit together perfectly, even though we only press them, and we pass like this second after second, maybe a minute, who knows.I feel her breathing calming down; however, mine, as well as my heart, are going a hundred an hour. Neither of them moves, and I'm afraid that if I make another move, I might get away from him.I open the eyes that I had unconsciously closed and plant my feet back on the ground, forcing myself to pull away. Th
I cross my arms over my head and look at Lailah with a mischievous smile. She is sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to me, with the bandages and alcohol in hand, waiting for me to remove my pants to heal, but she is ashamed to ask me, and I want her to. Scott's sucker looks at us from the entrance of the room, it seems that he is also having fun with this situation.-Come on say it already! -she shouts enthusiastically- This turns me on.- Scott ...- I warn in a threatening tone.-What?-You're a fucking horny, leave her alone.Lailah lets out a clear throat and stands up, looking down.- I have forgotten the cotton...- he murmurs- I am not going to touch that with my hand.-That's what they all say- Scott says with a laugh. Lailah rolls her eyes as she walks past him, leaving the room. I take the opportunity to take off my pants, the truth is that it amuses me to see her suffer for not wanting to
Gigi squeezes my hand tightly as the doctor runs the small device with clear liquid all over her belly. On a screen, next to the table, you can see some white, black, and gray spots.-The fetus is three weeks old- murmurs the doctor, lowering his small glasses over the bridge of his nose. Gigi loosens her grip on my hand and I move my fingers to get the circulation running through them again. She lets out a sigh and I see her more relieved. The doctor extends a white towel towards her. - Here, clean yourself and throw the towel in that basket. Then you can go home. See you in a month to see its evolution and check that everything is correct- he says before disappearing through a door and leaving us alone.- Oh god ... it's from Mark- she murmurs as soon as the doctor disappears- I don't know whether to be happy or cry ...- she says, wiping his still flat belly.-Within what fits is good.-Yes, but not quite. I have been calling him every
Eight years more later.Last day of the year. LAILAH.I pick up the last glass and place it on the table. You are now ready to receive your guests.I have placed red napkins and gold cutlery, to match the new china I bought the other day so that I can release it today. In the middle there are candles and some vases with flowers, it is beautiful. Like the rest of our house. There are thousands of little yellow lights and a huge Christmas tree, I would say it almost touches the ceiling, but that is impossible. Our house has soaring ceilings. It is decorated with red and gold ornaments, and in the garden, there is a huge Santa Claus with reindeer. We finally live in a quality neighborhood, so I am not afraid that it will be robbed. Also, the neighbors are great, a couple of months ago, as soon as we moved in, the first thing they did was welcome us with a cake.&nb
LAILAH.I look at my hands nervously and go back to looking at myself in the mirror.It's been just a year since Alison died. Yes, today is the day of the prom, the first day I saw Azael and the last day I saw my best friend.I don't even know how to feel, but I can't help but look back at the past.A year ago everything was completely different. I had just lost the person I loved the most in the world and I didn't even know who I was. I just wanted revenge. Take revenge and do him justice, and boy did it not work out for me, because I ended up falling in love with the last person I thought I could do it with. Azael Volkov. The culprit in the whole thing.I only remember hating him before I
Lailah's face seems to change radically when Kya speaks on the other end of the line. I don't know what the fuck he said, but it seems to be serious. It takes a few seconds before answering.- What ... what are you saying, Kya?Gigi and I looked at each other strangely. Jason tries to hear what Kya is saying.-Where are you?- Lailah asks. Silence.- Okay, don't move, let's go right away- she murmurs before hanging up.-What's going on?- Gigi asks, intrigued.- Scott is alive.Hearing those words I can't help but take a deep breath to calm myself. Kya has been missing for almost a week. We don't know where the hell she's been, or with whom, or if she's drunk or high. We can't believe it like nothing happened, because I'm not getting my hopes up about that shit. We're talking about fucking Scott.-We have to go to the Middleton hospital- Lailah says to me with hope in her eyes.-Lailah. He may be delusional... Scott wa
-I know the answer, but I'll ask you one last time, are you sure about this, Lailah?- Jim asks me putting a hand on my shoulder.-Yes. -I say lengthening the vowel with some fatigue.- I'll try harder in the university next year, I promise you, but I don't want to have to live this last year again, and less without my best friends -sigh.This year has been the most intense and hardest year of my entire life, and honestly, I can't wait to turn the page. I want to start over and overcome everything that has happened.-Well OK. I'll pick up your mother from therapy at 7:30 and we'll be there at 8:00.Jason's car whistle sounds from outside my house, signaling that he has arrived.-Okay, I'm going. I love you! -I say goodbye to him walking towards the door.-Me too! You look gorgeous! -I hear him say before closing it behind my back. I smile at his answer.He is my real father, even if he doesn't have my blood
Day of the attack.AZAELThe city is empty. There are some other cars, but nothing that we cannot control.I did not count on this, neither I nor anyone else, so this part of the city is not clear enough that someone does not call the police at the slightest mishap. So yeah, it's a relief that it's four in the morning on a Monday because otherwise we'd be pretty screwed up.We park on the corner of the street so that the van is not seen and they know we are here, and we all start walking towards the building.Lailah takes my hand and laces her fingers with mine, she's shaking. I squeeze him so he knows I'm here, and that I'm not going to let anything happen to him.Phill stops us.-There's nothing planned Tron, what are we supposed to do?-Survive and keep Lailah alive. -Then I lower my voice a bit.- If you can do it with Scott and Kya too, all the better. I know they are prep
Day of the attack.Lailah.Everyone is ready, at their posts, waiting for Azael to give the signal.Lie. Not everyone. Because I certainly am not prepared at all. I thought it would be a lot easier than it seems to me now. I don't like this plan at all.There are people on the team who are so high up that I can barely see them. Down here there are only a few, who will cover our backs. I look at their faces. I know that some will die. I wouldn't want it to happen, because I know they have a life outside of this, and some will have families. Just like mine, which is also in danger.Azael seems to notice my nervousness, because he grabs my hand and nods at me, reassuring me. We both go with bulletproof vests, submachine guns, spare pistols, and included microphones to communicate. I look at the rest of the team. Even Scott seems serious. Normal. He is the next to climb.-Are you ok
I stroke Lailah's bottom under the covers and sigh. I feel like the luckiest fucking man in the fucking world.She's still asleep, her head resting on my ink-covered chest. I look at her profile, she looks like a doll. I need to take a shower, but she is so calm that I don't want to wake her up.I decide to carefully get out of bed and grab a towel before going to the bathroom.I have been successful. After five fucking months, I got it back. And hell, I couldn't be happier if it weren't for the fact that I only have two fucking options: make it right and risk something happening to her, or screw it up again knowing that Lailah will be protected. And we all know that I will always choose the option where Lailah comes out alive and unharmed, even if it indicates that I will never be able to have her again.I'm looking for Gigi's contact on my mobile. She is still saved as Queen G. I press it and wait for her to respond.-Azael?- she asks with surpri
I take another drink of water before laughing again.I admit that I had been locked in the room all day, trying to figure out what I feel about Azael right now, when reality has fallen on me. I hadn't even thought that I dropped out of school to rescue my mother, whom I miss so much and I don't know what situation she's in. I don't know what they could be doing with her and that has made me so mad that I couldn't help crying. That a person you appreciated as much as a parent can be, who you thought had died, can cause so much pain in your life and even try to kill you just for revenge I swear it is one of the worst feelings I have ever had. And when I am left alone, all that has taken its toll on me.Yes, I know that now I have changed and I am much stronger than before. Or so I try. But when I'm alone and I don't have to prove it to anyone, it's hard not to break down.Luckily, Phill was out shopping for donuts and stopped by to see if he want
I'm screwed up. Screwed.I can put my hand in the fire and swear I would never think that I could feel this way for just one person. Before having met her, of course. And yes, I'm talking about her. Lailah Gozt.Realizing that your whole life revolves around something you can't have hurt so much that you wonder why you are doing it. And in my case, I can't find an answer. And that makes me desperate.Because not only can I not have her, but I already did, and I lost her. And damn, I can't forgive that.Two knocks sound on the door and I blow smoke out of my lungs before speaking.-Fuck you, Scott. I already told you that I don't want you here.They play again and I jump up. Fucking asshole. This boy doesn't understand anything.I open the door with a poker face, when I am surprised to see Kya on the other side. And she doesn't seem very happy, to be honest, I would almost say that she looks at me as if I