Chapter 18

Layla’s POV

I ran over to the bathroom, emptying my stomach contents on the toilet and grabbing my stomach as I sat down on the cold tiled floor. I felt the anxiety flow through my veins, my head throbbing fast.

To say I was scared was an understatement. I was literally hyperventilating about what Logan would likely do to me once Beverly told him what I said to her. A few minutes ago I would have proudly told anyone how I didn’t care about dying, if he decided to put a bullet through my head that I wouldn’t flinch. But now I felt scared, scared out of my wits.

I couldn’t do this.

I picked myself up after a while and washed my reddening face. I watched my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t believe I was staring at myself. A few days ago, I had been sad, laying up in my room till I heard Maddy through my window screaming my name for us to leave for work.

Although we sometimes worked different shifts, we enjoyed going together and wai