This is it.

My nerves were sky high, my palms sweating profusely. I tried to breath in Landon's scent to calm me down. It worked but, my fear would always creep in through the cracks of my relief. We were standing right outside the door which housed the guys in the cells, on the other side.

I still couldn't believe he was letting me see them and that I was actually going to. Especially after weeks and weeks. But, I knew I had to do this for myself. Landon grabbed both of my hands in his, bringing them to his lips. Then he kissed them while looking at me.

"Are you ready?" he asked, two guards holding each door handle on opposite sides.

"As much as I can be." I muttered, feeling such a relief that he was here beside me.

He smiled and turned to his guards, nodding once and they opened the doors. Landon stepped inside first still holding one of my hands.

"Who is that?"

Chester

"How am I supposed to know dimwit you think I can see from here?"

Steven.

"Fuck off, this is your fault we're still here."

Jameson.

There voices sounded like echoes, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you didn't lay a hand on her with me." Steven replied menacingly, as I felt Landon growl tightening his grip on my hand.

I reached out with my other placing it on his bicep for extra comfort. Sometimes I had to realize Landon wasn't used to them speaking this way about me. I, well I was. We continued to walk down the dark, before going down some steps.

"Will you guys just please shut the fuck up, alright."

And there it was the last and worse of them all, Brad.

Once we got closer and closer to the voices my heart started to pound. My hand tightening around Landon's hand. The one I had around his bicep clutched at his shirt. We stopped there and he turned to look at me.

"You don't have to do this you know we can-" I cut him off.

"I do." I stated, he looked at me for a second before nodding his head and going on with leading the way.

Finally, I found myself in front of a door, Landon turning me to face him, "I'm going to be just outside okay?" I nodded my head, "There are guards here and I'm just right here." he brought me to him kissing my forehead before allowing me to open the steel door.

It shut behind me, the first thing I seen was four sets of cells. I couldn't see them yet but, just knowing they were in there, made my skin crawl with goosebumps. They faced each other, a stone path in the middle with two cells on each side. A guard stationed at every cell.

I slowly started to walk down the path, the first one I saw on my right was Brad to my left was Chester. Their faces were bruised and swollen. Blood and cuts stained their faces. And they were chained to the wall looking just, awful.

"Layla?" Chester asked, squinting his eyes as if he couldn't believe it.

That's just when the realization of it all hit me. I was looking at the people who abused me for years. Only they couldn't get to me, they were tied up.

"Did you just say that runts name?" I heard Steven's voice.

"Y-yeah s-she's right here in front of me." he stammered out, looking at me from head to toe.

"Bull-" he started to say before I walked further into the hall to see him and Jameson, "Shit." he stated, eyes widening as best as they could in their swollen state.

I looked to the other side to Jameson, "Layla." he said, just as Chester did.

I noticed how their eyes met with mine with such surprise and guilt. But, I couldn't be bothered with it. They couldn't be guilty, they didn't get to be, they had six years to be. I turned my head back to Steven who's eyes glanced to my neck.

My mark, my hair was in a pony tail so it was quite noticeable. But, it only made me feel protected.

"So, Landon marked you huh?" he asked.

My mouth ran dry, "Y-yeah." I whispered out staring at him as all of the bad things he's done to me came clashing into me.

The time he kicked me in the nose, when he contributed to my beating. When he'd belittle me because, he was stronger. The time he pulled my hair when he said I was nothing but, a runt. I looked at Jameson now remembering everything he did. From kicking and slapping me to also contributing to the beating.

My heart felt heavy and I wanted to scream at them, "Why?" I let the word slip from my mouth, staring between the both of them, tears already free falling.

Neither of them said anything, Jameson even looked down, "No, you guys don't get to be quite now, so tell me why, why did you guys do it?" I asked looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Because, you were an easy target." Steven blurted out.

"Not good enough." I said shakily, new hot tears poured down my cheeks, while he stared at me as if it was the first time, "And you?" I turned my head to Jameson.

"I don't know." he spoke slowly, dread in his every word.

I shook my head, no, that's not good enough either. Landon told me I didn't deserve what happened to me. When it was happening I thought I did, now standing here. Listening to their reasonings about doing what they did. And listening to what Landon's told me.

I didn't deserve it, I deserved to live a normal teenage life. Not get beat for simply being who I am. So the longer I stay in the past about everything they did. I'm just hurting myself, my self worth and everything that's to come for me in the future. I needed to let them go and be free.

"I-i forgive you." I muttered under my breath staring at the chipped wall in front of me before looking at Steven, "I forgive you Steven." his eyes widen in shock, his jaw dropping open.

I turned to look at Jameson now, "And I forgive you, Jameson." he looked up at me, just as in shock as Steven.

When I went to walk away Steven said something that just made me break, "Just because, you forgive us doesn't mean we think any highly of you."

"Dude." Jameson spit out.

I stopped in my tracks turning to the guard who was next to Steven's cell, "Open the cell."

"Luna, I don't think-"

"Please." I muttered, being to deep in thought to realize what he had called me.

When he did open it I marched straight in there slapping Steven as hard as I could across the face.

The sound echoed throughout the room, his head flying to the right.

"It wasn't for you guys, it was for me." I stated, he flexed his jaw turning to look at me, surprise very evident on his face before I backed out of the cells.

I couldn't believe I did that, "Layla." Chester's voice said again, once I was in his view.

He never hurt me unless his wolf was out but, he still didn't help me when the others would be hurting me. I never understood it. Although he did mock me, Chester was just a follower.

"You know I never got it, never understood, why you never helped me, why couldn't you help me, didn't you see what was happening?" I questioned letting it all out to him, my voice breaking in the process.

I let my tears fall as I shared my thoughts, staring at his pained face, "Layla, I'm sorry, I-i should have stopped them okay, I s-should have told them to stop but, I didn't and I'm sorry, fuck, I-I'm so sorry." he ranted out, I seen his eyes water up and one tear slipped down.

It was genuine and I nodded my head with a sniffle wiping away my tears, "I forgive you, Chester."

I bit my bottom lip to keep in anymore tears and nodded my head before turning my back to him to face the main person, Brad. My hands shook as did my breathing at his gaze. It was hard and he glanced to my mark just as Steven had. I felt my hands go up to my neck remembering what Brad used to do it.

How painful it would be, to loose your breath or be refrained to get any. How hopeless I felt in those times. All of the punches, the kicks, the obvious contribute to my beating. The let downs, the taunting, the way he started it all.

All of it, every last bit of it.

He swallowed and opened his mouth to say something but, nothing came out, "Say it." I stated.

His head shook and he looked conflicted, "You need to tell Landon to let me out of here, I haven't seen Donna in-"

"Wow." I interrupted his statement with a humorless laugh, "Even in here all you think about is yourself and Donna's no better."

He growled, tightening his hold on the chains above him, "You never ever within the minutes that you did what you did, stopped to think or even stopped at all." My eyes started to water again having to think back to how worthless I felt.

That's when he turned his head looking away from me, "Now you can't even look at me when you used to love to as you did what you did."

Another growl came from him as he shouted, "Enough okay, just stop, stop talking." he blew out a breath, his face showing one clear emotion that I have ever only seen once.

Guilt.

"No." I shouted back, "Don't you remember how I'd black out when you finished or-or how about when I was out of breath you'd just pick me up to do it all over again." I yelled my tears an endless stream by the end, my throat scratchy from the yelling and my head throbbed.

I was breathing hard while trying not to have a panic attack at the mere thought of what happened to me.

"Shut up, please just stop." he shouted desperately, squeezing his eyes shut hard, "I'm sorry okay, is that what you want?"

Amidst my crying I smiled tightly, "No, I wanted it all to stop." he opened his eyes and I uttered the last words that I will ever say to him, "I forgive you, Brad."

With that said, I turned around practically running to the door covering my mouth with my hand. As sobs threatened to break through. Once I opened it I crashed into Landon's chest burying my face in it. My arms wrapped around his torso, tears of pain streaming down my cheeks again. He wrapped his arms around me strongly, rubbing my back soothingly.

A sob broke through my lips as I said my next words,"I-i did it."

He pulled my head from his chest to look at me, his own eyes glossed over, "You did." he stated, stroking the side of my face, "And I'm so proud of you, love so fucking proud." he kissed me hard before pulling me into his arms again, lifting me up by my bottom to carry me as he made his way out of here.

It was like a huge burden had been lifted off of me, like a weight from my chest was gone and I felt empty. But, it was filled with relief and happiness I felt good that I did what I did and I felt so incredibly happy. Landon was proud of me, I was proud of myself and that's all I needed.

I did it.