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Rette Mich Ch.23Chapter 23 ConfessionsRette Mich Ch.23 by ShinigamiMicha483
Layla " I felt like I could barely breathe, but I managed to whisper her voice.
She looked so pale, and she didn't respond when I squeezed her hand. And there was just so much blood
There was a panic-stricken look on Mark face as he scrambled away from her. I could see him fumbling to retrieve something from his pocket--a cell phone? His fingers seemed to tremble as he punched at the numbers before holding it up to his ear.
I jerked my head around--or at least tried to. My body wouldn't respond.
Who's voice was that? Who was calling me? But that was not my name
It sounded like they were frantic; I could hear the worry in their voice. My body felt like it was being shaken, but I simply couldn't allow myself to be distracted by anything.
"Layla," I called out her name again, this time swallowing the corrosive taste of blood that had rolled across my tongue. "Layla Wake up "
"P-please you You have to help us
Rette Mich Ch.22Chapter 22 ScreamRette Mich Ch.22 by ShinigamiMicha483
"Are you cold?"
"No," I whispered back as I leaned my head on Bill's shoulder.
"Stop hogging her!" Tom reached over, grasping my shoulder and wrenching me out of Bill's grasp, and literally smothering me in a hug. "I missed Freja, too."
Despite all the times he'd teased me and called me butch girl, I was grateful for his affection, and it didn't seem to affect Bill at all that his brother was 'borrowing' me.
We were riding in the backseat of a taxi that was driving us, separately from Georg and Gustav, to the hotel the band was staying at. Unfortunately on the way to the vehicle the paparazzi managed to get a few photos in of Bill escorting me into the backseat.
"What are we going to do about the pictures...?" I could feel my heart sinking to the pit of my stomach. What would my mom think? Mark? Theresa? I already knew my mom would be upset with me for disobeying our promise, and lying to Theresa... That was unacceptable. I lied to Mark, too.
Bill, noticing the