He removes his single hand from my waist, and secures me by placing some of his weight on me. Which then constricts my lungs slightly.

Ugh. How the hell did he get in here? He didn't come through the door and sure as hell not the window, we're on the third floor!

He continues to stare at me with a smug look while I glare at him. He leans all the way down- so we're eye level- then he reaches his hand up and starts twirling a strand of my hair, before gently tucking it under my ear, a slow smirk forming on his face.

I let out a growl, before shaking my head, trying to get his ugly hands off me, as my glare hardens.

"Mmve!" My voice comes out muffled, he tightens his hold on my mouth and holds me tighter. I begin to thrash around trying to get out of his hold but fail.

All I can smell is his toxic cologne which isn't making it easy for me to breathe with him restricting my oxygen like that.

Killian hums at my attempt to escape, his smirk widening. He moves his head to my ear "Feisty.." his deep voice vibrates through my ear before letting out a chuckle.

I growl again.

That's it.

I lift my leg up to knee him in the balls, but he's quick to realise and then presses all his weight on me. His face a lot closer to mine.

My eyes bulge as my breathing stops all together, a small noise comes from my throat and I begin to wriggle around aggressively, my nose flaring up as I try to take in as much air as possible-into my tightened lungs.

I manage to squeeze my hands out-which were stuck against my belly (a very awkward position)- and I grasp ahold of Killian's rough hand, trying to pry it off.

But my really small hands compared to his massive ones- failed to do so and I could feel my face redden.

With my eyes still wide, I furrow my brows, as I stare up at Killian with pleading eyes. My breathing growing short.

He just smirks back, letting out a small chuckle.

"Will you be a good girl?" His breath fans against my hand and I quickly nod my head, vigorously.

Immediately he takes a step back, chuckling, his hand on my mouth loosening.

With my hand still on his, I quickly slide it down and my mouth parts slightly, as I suck in as much air into my empty lungs, my eyes fluttering shut.

After like two seconds I compose myself and grit my teeth at him.

How dare he.

I open my eyes and glare at him. He smirks again and then his thumb runs along my bottom lip. I realise I'm still holding his hand which is now against my chin and I quickly let it go, my cheeks heating up.

I suck in my bottom lip trying to get rid of the weird feeling and I clench my jaw.

"Don't touch me. Ever." My voice cracks with anger, as I let go of my lip, and glare up at him - (as he had straightened himself up so he was towering me again)

He continues to smirk, scoffing slightly then checks his watch. Before looking back at me and his smirk drops.

"Let's go." He grabs my arm and my eyes widen, as I realise he's going to take me.

"I-I I'm not-not ready yet.." I stutter. "Donald-"

He rolls his eyes "He'll survive without you, now c'mon we gotta catch our flight in three hours." He tugs on my arm, but I stay on my spot as I try to comprehend what he just said.

Flight?

"Oh shit. Yeah forgot to mention.." he stretches his words. "We're moving to America." He nods, waiting for my reaction.

My breath hitches and I feel a lump in my throat. What the hell, America? Where my family are? What the hell.

No.

"I-I..." I trail off as my voice gets weaker. "No." I say firmly, shaking my head as my lip begins to wobble.

"Aw, love. I never asked." His voice starts off soft, then turns cold, as he glares at me.

I grit my teeth, glaring back, as tear brim my eyes.

He expects me to leave Donald like that. Forever? Hell no.

"I don't care, I'm not going--" I begin to speak louder but cut myself off, when he practically shoves me against the wall, his hand clamping my mouth.

"I don't have fucking time for this, so tell me." He growls in my face, his minty breath filling my nostrils.

"Easy way or the hard way?" He tilts his head, menacingly, his dark eyes staring angrily through my teary, angry ones.

Before I can stop it, a tear slip from my eye. Killian's gaze snaps towards it, as it rolls down and lands onto the side of his hand.

He removes his hand off my face, but stays in his position as he waits for my reply.

My wobbly lips twitch slightly, but then there's a knock on the door.

"Layla?" I hear Donald's deep voice.

Both of our gazes directs to the door, but then Killian roughly grabs my chin, turning it towards him. Our eyes connect and he gives me a menacing look.

"Tell him to get lost." He growls in my face. My breath hitches and I open my mouth, but he silences me by placing a finger against my lips.

Then he leans towards my ear, his blonde hair tickles my neck as his lips brush against my ear.

"I don't want to have to use this on him." He then whispers, darkly and I hear a clicking sound, before my eyes snap to his hand and my eyes widen.

A gun?

A gun

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my--

"Layla." Killian hisses making me snap out of my trance. "Go." He glares at me, before walking off and standing by the door.

I let out a shaky breath and try to sink my tears in.

"Layla?" Donald knocks again and I quickly push my hair back and straighten my top.

I slowly walk towards the door, with Killian watching my every move and his gun pointed towards the door.

I ignore his gaze and unlock the door, slowly opening it. Donald stands before me with a frown and an envelope in his hand. His hair is very messy and he looks tired.

His eyebrows pinch together when he sees my face and I groan inwardly.

I suck at covering my emotions.

Ugh I'm gonna miss him so much..

"Are you okay?" He asks after a moment.

I swallow the lump and nod my head, forcing on a smile.

I could feel Killian staring from the side and I shift uncomfortably, playing with the hem of my shirt.

Donald just stares at me, raising a brow. "Yeah? Then what's this." He comes forward and I flinch slightly.

Donald's hand freezes and he raises both brows, surprised. "Did you think I was gonna hurt you?"

My breath hitches in my throat and I shake my head. "N-No I I just--" I could feel my tear duct on the verge of exploding and obviously Donald noticed.

"Layla..." he sighs, leaning down as he wraps both of his arms around me.

I place my head on his shoulder, as the tears wet his shirt but he doesn't mind as he rubs my back comfortingly.

I force down the painful sobs and just cry silently until I feel like my throat will burst and I let out the smallest sob.

"Shhh.." he pulls away a little, as he faces me with concern. His own eyes sheened with the thinnest of tears.

"You a-always.." my lips wobble and I close my eyes, as the thick tears roll down once again. I open them again looking into his hazel eyes. "A-always b-bestf-friend." My voice cracks, as another sob releases from me.

I know that didn't make sense but he understood nonetheless.

He nods quickly, his eyes holding confusion.

I don't blame him.

I'm such a baby.

I cry even more, and bury my face on his neck, wetting it.

"We'll always be best friends, Layla. No matter what." He says softly and I let out a loud sob.

"D-Don't go, d-don't leave me p-please.." I whisper, closing my eyes.

I then realise Killian's still here and that I've been crying for so long he's probably so pissed.

"I won't." He caresses my back.

I breathe in and out repeatedly before closing my eyes, trying to calm myself down. "A-actually--"

"Do you want to stay up the night watching movies? I know it's late but we can go to the 24 hours' store and grab some rainbow drops and skittles."

More tears form in my eyes and I'm literally about to burst and legit ugly cry.

"How does that sound?" He asks, much quieter, still running his hand up and down my back.

Ugh. I'm gonna miss him so much..

!!!!

"Uh...oww..." I whisper, awkwardly.

Donald pulls away, looking concerned. "What's wrong?"

"I-I have a headache." I rub my head and he raises a brow.

Okay I suck at lying too. But he obviously can't stay with me since the bum is here, otherwise he's gonna get hurt..

"So tired.." I flutter my eyes shut.

I feel his hand on my cheeks as he wiped the tears off my cheeks, and I'm guessing his hands looks like it's been washed now. That's how much I'm crying.

I open my eyes again, meeting his.

"You should sleep then." He nods, giving me a small smile.

I force one back and he lifts his hand up, showing me the envelope.

"W-What's that?.." I speak in a croaky voice.

"I met up with Jack today."

"What?" My eyes widen, knowing Killian can hear everything.

My eyes then drop to the envelope which has my name written on it in black- in jack's usual scruffy writing.

"Yeah..he told me to give you this.." he gives me a small smile.

My lips part slightly as I think of something to say, then I feel my breath hitch. "J-Jack." I whisper, as I take the envelope, my hands trembling. (Normal, always happens after I've cried a lot)

"O-okay, thank y-you.." I whisper, looking at him again.

He just smiles, before straightening himself up. "Still want to sleep or..?" He asks again, still looking worried.

"S-sleep." I whisper again and he nods, understanding.

"Come to my room anytime if you need me, if I'm asleep just wake me up, yeah?" He says softly and I gulp, nodding.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He then slowly turns away and I grab the handle and shakily close the door.

Time to feel Killian's wrath.

I almost jump when I meet Killians dark gaze. Slowly he shoves his gun in the waistband of his jeans, before taking small steps towards me.

I take steps back, furrowing my brows and glaring at him.

He lets out an annoyed breath, before reaching forward and softly wrapping his arm around.

"Give me that." He whispers, softly, his eyes demanding.

I bite my wobbly lip, looking down at the envelope then back at him.

After a moment, I nod. "O-Okay." I lift my shaky hand.

He stares at me for a moment, before gently taking the letter.

He lets go of me, shoving the letter inside his jacket before walking towards the window.

I quickly grab my phone and remove my pin and then go on notes, typing out a quick message for Donald, before throwing it on my pillow.

I turn around and see Killian leaned against my window, staring at me, intently.

"Come on, love." he then sighs, leaning off the wall.

I feel another tear run down my cheek, but ignore it as I slowly walk towards him.

I'll miss you Donald...and Cara and Kaleb. But mostly Donald.

Killian slides the window open, then turns to me. His foot placed on the windowsill.

What the heck. Is he planning to jump or something?

He opens his arms for me but I stop a step away from him, staring with wide eyes.

"What--"

He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around me- before I can finish what I'm saying- and pulls me to him.

I land on his chest and he lifts my legs up before he puts his other leg on the windowsill.

This is a three story house! And we're on the third floor! Gosh we're gonna die.

My heart rate speeds up and I open my mouth, but before I know it, he jumps out the window, I let out a small scream, but he quickly clamps it shut before anyone can hear.

My hair blows on to his face as we go down at the speed of light.

I squeeze my eyes shut letting out a whimper, as my belly starts feeling weird.

"Relax.." Killian chuckles into my ear, pushing my hair off his face. Probably knowing we're gonna hit the concrete now.

And die.

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