If I Lay Here Novels & Stories

I listen. I breathe. I stay.

"I'm here green." "Don't leave..."

I made a vow to my self before slumping my self back on the bed and lay flatly on my stomach. End of Flashback

If I knew, then at least I could mentally prepare myself for it. When my legs grow heavy, I walk over to the single window in the room and sit down on the floor below it. It’s as close to escaping as I’m going to get. From here, I can still see the bedroom door, so I can watch to see when he returns. There is no way in hell I’m going to lie down in that bed like a freaking offering.

Please, let me sleep. ~~~~

Don’t f—’ She dropped to the ground and passed out. ~ ‘Where am I?’ Layla blinked as she stared at the white ceiling, and scrunched her nose at the heavy smell of antiseptics. She rolled to her side, the bed creaking under her weight, and Zayne was sitting on a chair beside her, scrolling through his phone. “Zayne?” She whispered, her voice hoarse, and he lifted his gaze. “You’re awake,” he said, sounding almost relieved, and slipped his phone into his pocket.

"I... c a n... n o t.... g o... i n s i d e.. T h i s... p l a c e.... i s... a... t i m e... a n d... s o... d o... I. I t... i s... f o r b i d d e n... f o r... m e. Y o u... a r e... o n... y o u r... o w n... f r o m... n o w... o n..." *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

“I want you here… I want to feel you beneath me.” "I'm here, baby." She nearly spoke up, but she managed to hold keep quiet.

“You’re not ready for what that looks like.” He lays me on the bed.

And layed properly on my bed; Laying on the bed is the best position for me to read and assimilate. * * * To Be Continued ****** ****