#Chapter35
Layla’s POV
Days passed and they still had me locked up in this room. The only time someone came in here was to give me food.
Lately I couldn't keep anything down. I know that there was something wrong with me, but at the same time I was scared to know what was wrong.
I was scared and alone, and if it was what I thought it was then I don't think I could do this by myself. He wasn't here. I was alone.
If I was pregnant, could I really take care of a baby all by myself?
At the same time I had nightmares of that day, the day when I saw his body unmoving on the ground. That was one of the worst days of my life.
I lost the only man that I ever truly felt something for, my parents found me and was keeping me a prisoner and to top it all off I was almost raped... by my brother.
That sick son of a bitch. All of them were crazy and I wanted nothing to do with them.