Chapter 7

Layla

Ever since that horrible incident, I've been closed off. Basil doesn't like it hell I don't like it. When I came out the bathroom that night some guy reeking of alcohol came onto me, I tried yelling for Basil but he covered my mouth. I felt his grabby hand try to reach under my dress as I struggled underneath him. As soon as Basil came around the corner and took in what was happening he shot the guy in the knee, he shot him in the other knee too. Now I'm sitting in the bedroom and moping. Basil comes into the room a stern look upon his face.

"Feggari mou, you can't spend the rest of your days in this room." I turn giving him my back.

"Don't let what happened affect you, don't let him change you. What happened to my fiery woman with the temper of a bull? Always headstrong and fighting." He sits next to me on the bed and turns my body to face him.

"I'm fine, I was just processing the last couple of days." I probably stink, lifting my arm I sniff myself. Scrunching my nose I know I