Chapter 33

Layla’s POV

I spent the next week alone in the room. I wasn’t allowed downstairs after that day. I woke up every morning to meet my breakfast on the bed. So were the other meals sent in by the guards. I found myself falling drastically into another stage of depression.

I tended to my bruises every single day by myself, crying most of the time. After five days, my bruises had completely healed and disappeared. I spent most of my time reading the books Logan had brought me, learning to love them with every page that I turned.

During this times I was also trying hard not think about Logan because he was all I thought about. I was stuck remembering everything he said to me that day, remembering his every touch on my body when I woke up to his body laid up against mine. How his lips felt against mine, how his hands fitted perfectly around my breasts.

For a while I thought I was actually missing him. I knew escaping wasn’t an option anymore. I hated to belie