"JUST BE QUIET!" I yell, gripping my hair and pulling it.

This guy is so infuriating!

An hour after my family left, he- Killian- came in trying to feed me sludge that he calls food.

He closes his mouth and clenches his jaw, his eyes darkening.

Like I care.

I take a deep breath. "I want fucking answers." I say calmly. God my brain feels like it's about to explode. I'm going insane.

"You'll get your fucking answers when you eat what I've gotten you and show some respect, your parents were right. You are an ungrateful-"

I grit my teeth together and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Stay calm Layla.

You need answers.

Don't let his words get to you.

"I'll eat it." I cut him off in a low voice, picking up the pale coloured bowl and looking into it. I grimace at the sight and force myself to pick up the plastic spoon. I scoop a tiny bit and look at the yellowy sludge that resembles puke.

Oh God.

I put it in my mouth and as soon as it meets my taste buds I gag, but keep my mouth closed. "Yum." I say flatly as I force myself to swallow the banana-ny mixed with the unpleasant taste of something foreign to me.

He stares at me, raising an eyebrow as I begin to twirl the spoon around the sludge.

"I really like it, but can I have some privacy? You staring at me is seriously making me uncomfortable so.." I force on a smile and he scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Typical." He then opens the door and leaves.

Typical his butt.

Quickly I grab the grey bucket next to me and pour the whole thing in it, pushing it back aside, and after a few moments, I call out to him. "You can come in now."

The door opens and in he comes, with a brow raised. "That quick?"

"What can I say? I'm a fast eater." I brag, shoving the bowl in front of his feet. He looks down at it and picks it up, looking down at me in suspicion.

"What? Where else would it of gone? Up my butt?" I snap. "Just give me the answers."

He glares at me and nods anyway. "I was contacted a few months ago by your father, that same month I ran into you in your School–"

"What were you doing there anyway?"

He clenches his jaw. "I'm getting to that." He snaps.

"That day, I was in to meet your sister, plan the whole kidnapping thing. Pick out the hallway, how to lure you etc."

Piece of shit.

"So after that we arranged everything. The time and place. So it was set. And as expected the plan went perfectly." His smirk widens.

"As expected the plan went perfectly." I mimick to myself. I'm childish. I know. But this guy is really starting to piss me off.

"I can see why they didn't want you anymore." He chuckles trying to offend me.

"Good for you." I say through clenched teeth. I resist the urge to stick my middle finger at him and start picking my nails. "If I'm so bad then why did you accept?"

"I owed your father, he's a good friend."

"Friends with a forty year old man? Not shady at all." I snort, and he shrugs.

"What do you need me for?"

A smirk appears on his face. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

I so want to rip his smirk off.

"If they wanted me out so bad they could've told me, I could've easily stayed with Donald. No problem."

"Guess they wanted the money." He shrugs.

Oh right.

"This is illegal." I point out.

"Oh is it? I had no idea." He rolls his eyes, clearly being sarcastic.

"Why do you have that scar on your cheek." I change the subject and point at his left cheek.

He chuckles before heading towards the door. "Irrelevant." He opens the door, and leaves

"Bastard." I mutter.

Like hell I'm going to work for him, he can keep dreaming, I don't give two fucks how much he spent on me, I'm getting out of here.

I fish out my cell phone from the back of my pocket, thankful that he didn't take it off me. I notice a huge crack go across the screen and look closer.

Looks a bit like Killian's cheek.

I switch my phone on and it practically explodes with missed calls and texts.

I check my messages and click on to Donald's contact, who texted me just ten minutes ago.

Almost immediately Donald starts typing.

I begin to type but the door flings open and I quickly put my phone under my butt and sit on it.

"What are you doing?"

My hand freezes on my ass and I gulp, looking up and see mister traitor with his brows furrowed.

"My ass was itchy don't pretend you've not had one before." I say harshly pulling my hand away and glaring up at him, his face twists in disgust. I look intently and see the bruises that I gave him and smirk, but as soon as I see his hair, my lips start to twitch.

The laughter starts to build up inside me and I purse my lips to try and contain it, but the longer I stared, I couldn't keep it in any longer and snorted with laughter, doubling over and clutching my stomach.

"Y-Your hair!" I say in-between laughs, pointing at his hair, which has bald patches all around.

He stalks towards me and grabs me by my shirt and I stop laughing, looking down at his hand, fisting my shirt. I look back up and see his eyes, glinting murderously.

I raise my eyebrows as I see his face fume red. "Your hairline was- still is messed up anyway." I shrug, smirking.

His eyes darken even more and he pulls me closer, our noses almost touching.

"Oh..and nice nose by the way." My smirk widens as I look down at his nose, which is covered in a white cast.

"FUCKING B-"

"Kian." We hear a hard tone and we both glance up, catching Killian's gaze.

Immediately traitor pulls away from me, but not before shoving me back against the wall.

He stands up and walks towards the door, anger radiating from him.

"I'll talk to you later." Killian calls out harshly, traitor stops for a second before making his way again, clenching his jaw so hard.

Killian looks at me scanning me, probably looking for injuries.

His glaring eyes meet mine for a fleeting second, before he too, heads out, closing the door, and I hear the click of the lock.

Shrugging, I slightly lift my butt up and grab my phone.

Warm.

I switch it on and once again go to Donald contacts.

I roll my eyes and type out my response.

I know Donald's a computer geek. He hacks into things all the time.

Just after I send, within seconds my battery goes dead and I let out a frustrated scream.

I put it back in my pocket, placing my face in my hands, as tears begin to form again.

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Edit- she's not calling the police cuz she clearly wants to stay in Donald's house rather than sent to foster care. It's just her preference. Hopefully the complaints will die down about this.

Thanks!❤