Chapter 118

Layla’s POV

By early morning, I was dressing up in black pants and a burgundy t-shirt, my hair brushed into a wild donut on top of my head. I decided to wear sunglasses today, just so I could conceal the pain hidden in my eyes.

Each time I looked at Logan, all I could see was the monster who killed Emma and still raped me last night, forcing his seeds inside of me. And as I woke up that morning, I peered into the mirror and prayed I would not get pregnant. I was not on birth control, and this was also the first time anyone would nut inside me, so the chance of me getting pregnant was super clear and a full percent.

I could not imagine having Logan’s child. It was the thing I detested the most, and after he killed Emma, I realized he would never change. He would continue to kill whoever I made contact with. So I made up my mind to either die while escaping or just have him kill me. Either way, I was not going to be living with him anymore.

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