Chapter 55: Smoke

Damon's POV

"Quinton, tell me you're kidding", I stared in horror at my laptop screen, seeing a mount of dead bodies loaded out of the plane onto the ground, mostly covered with body bags. A sharp pain went through my chest and I groaned in pain, clenching onto my shirt as if by doing that the pain would go away.

"Damon, are you okay?", Quinton asked before I slammed the phone onto the receiver. My eyes watered as I kept looking at the news, thinking that Layla was possibly one of those lifeless bodies that laid on the ground, it was a horrific scene. People started gathering around and some had to be taken away due to being horrified by what they were seeing.

"It can't be", I whispered to myself, seeming to run out of breath and my heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was trying to rip itself out of my rib cage as my chest tightened, with me trying to let out a loud scream but nothing came out

Not Layla, she can't be dead......she just cant

There must be a flipping huge mistake