Trapped In Beastly Desires

Soft cries. Kayla's eyes were shut. She was unmoving in the bed. There was an intense pain in her head—a pain ten times the one she'd felt before. She felt unwell. Her fist clenched the duvet firmly. Was that a bed beneath her? Curious, she opened her eyes. It really was a bed. She was in her bedroom. How did she get here? Her face took a thoughtful quality. Driving home after her sisters her was all she recalled.

Emotions, confusion, and questions raced in. As if the illness got kicked out by the piano song heard from the living room, she jerked out of bed to hurry to the living room but halted in the bedroom door, her hand hanging near the knob. ‘I’ll live for you’. That was she and Clinton's favorite song. It was a song only she and Clinton knew of. A song they hid from the world. How did Anthony get it?

Unable to withstand the emotions that left her panting, shivering as tears built up in her eyes, she sagged to the floor and broke down in tears. No song that Anthony had played s