Torment

My heart was pounding and my arm hurt where Mark was digging his fingers into me.

"Mark, what are you doing?" I tried to pull my arm free once more but he gripped tighter which caused me to cry out in pain. Then I watched him reach behind him as he pulled a small hand-gun from his belt before pressing the cold metal against my cheek. I cried out in fear as hot tears filled my eyes.

"You wouldn't listen to me about. Creed or warnings from your best friend about her own brother. You keep crawling back to the two-timing piece of shit. So, I need you to see it from our point of view, that's what I'm doing, Layla." His voice was laced with a venomous sound and I had never heard it from Mark before. He was always such a gentle soul, not at all the person who was standing in front of me now.

But his words confused me like none other. "What are you talking about, Mark? You never said anything to me about Asher other than he better treat me right or you were going to kick his ass." Or somethin