| Never Coming Back

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 

 "I…I don't know." I couldn't breathe so I clutched the phone tighter in my palm. "I think it was her." 

 Vanessa walked up to me. "Are you sure?" 

 "No. No, I'm not sure." 

 James held his hands in the air. "Can someone please tell me who the fuck is Layla?" 

 Vanessa and I stared at each other, her dark brown eyes filled with sympathy. My little sister knew the pain I had lived with, the broken heart I had carried in my chest for years. There was a saying that only time could heal a broken heart. Well, I called bullshit. My heart was anything but healed. It was the bitter, broken pieces left behind, pulsing behind my ribs, that fueled the heartless bastard in me to fuck for nothing but pleasure. 

 Vanessa stepped closer. "Daniel—"

 I held up my hand and turned to James. "I need you to get these phone calls traced." 

 He crossed his arms. "Okay, but will you tell me who the fuck is Layla?"