Please Take Me Home
What's up?
Jack's P.O.V
"Layla?" I called into the silent apartment.
I looked down the hall and saw the bedroom door open. I walked in with creased eyebrows and saw my sweatshirt and Layla's clothes that I gave her from my clothing line on the bed. I looked at the closet and saw all of the drawers open and empty.
What the hell?
I took my phone out and called Layla.
It rang then went to her voicemail. I hung up and called Alex.
"What's up?"
"Where the fuck is Layla?"
"What?"
"Where the fuck is Layla?" I repeated.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that she's gone Alex! The clothes that I gave her are the only clothes left of hers. The drawers are empty and her suitcase is gone from under the bed and I'm panicking!"
"Jack, calm down. Here, talk to Zack."
I heard a shuffle on the phone and Zack answered. "What's up?"
"Where's Layla?"
He didn't say anything for a minute than spoke up. "I-I don't know."
"What did you do."
He sighed, "I may have told her."
"YOU WHAT!"
"Jack, she needed to know, she's your girlfriend and you cheated on her! You know I'm not good at keeping secrets and you still shouldn't have done that. She looked completely broken when she made me leave and you broke her heart. You should have told her sooner. You shouldn't have even talked to the chick in the club anyway!"
Zack hung up.
He was right, I should've told her and I shouldn't have even given that girl my attention but she was more than willing and I needed something to do. I felt more than guilty in the morning and I regretted it once she kissed me. I never meant to hurt Layla. She was my world and I fucked it up. Alex beat the shit out of me the next morning when I showed up on the bus and I begged him and the guys not to tell her. I hurt her and I was more than hoping that she'd forgive me.
I called her phone more than twenty times that night but she didn't pick up. I asked the guys if she picked up when they called but they said she didn't.
I was devastated and I just wanted her back.
I loved her.
"Layla?" I called into the silent apartment.
I looked down the hall and saw the bedroom door open. I walked in with creased eyebrows and saw my sweatshirt and Layla's clothes that I gave her from my clothing line on the bed. I looked at the closet and saw all of the drawers open and empty.
What the hell?
I took my phone out and called Layla.
It rang then went to her voicemail. I hung up and called Alex.
"What's up?"
"Where the fuck is Layla?"
"What?"
"Where the fuck is Layla?" I repeated.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that she's gone Alex! The clothes that I gave her are the only clothes left of hers. The drawers are empty and her suitcase is gone from under the bed and I'm panicking!"
"Jack, calm down. Here, talk to Zack."
I heard a shuffle on the phone and Zack answered. "What's up?"
"Where's Layla?"
He didn't say anything for a minute than spoke up. "I-I don't know."
"What did you do."
He sighed, "I may have told her."
"YOU WHAT!"
"Jack, she needed to know, she's your girlfriend and you cheated on her! You know I'm not good at keeping secrets and you still shouldn't have done that. She looked completely broken when she made me leave and you broke her heart. You should have told her sooner. You shouldn't have even talked to the chick in the club anyway!"
Zack hung up.
He was right, I should've told her and I shouldn't have even given that girl my attention but she was more than willing and I needed something to do. I felt more than guilty in the morning and I regretted it once she kissed me. I never meant to hurt Layla. She was my world and I fucked it up. Alex beat the shit out of me the next morning when I showed up on the bus and I begged him and the guys not to tell her. I hurt her and I was more than hoping that she'd forgive me.
I called her phone more than twenty times that night but she didn't pick up. I asked the guys if she picked up when they called but they said she didn't.
I was devastated and I just wanted her back.
I loved her.
Notes
aw jack.RIP Mitch Luckerā¤
11/5/12