I've not had a wink of sleep due to the constant rumbling of my stomach. The ass gave me the same glop for all my meals, which are all in the bucket next to me, starting to smell.

I let out a loud yawn for the fiftieth time, and let my eyelids droop. Finally I begin to drowse but at that moment the door opens and in comes Killian.

"Rise and shine, love." I open my heavy lids and watch as he walks in with a bowl.

His hair is slightly wet and raked up, and he has on a black suit which still showed off his big muscles, his blue eyes looks into mine and a smirk lifts up on his plump lips, making the silver ring stick out even more.

I rub my temples and sigh, watching as he places the bowl next to me, the usual sludge in it.

"Can I please have something else?" I groan, tiredly, as he makes his way to the door.

"Nope." He opens the door.

"If you do I'll work with you." I blurt.

He stops and turns around raising a brow. "You have no choice." He states.

I smile at him. "I'll work with you without a fuss, I'll do everything you say, I swear."

He lips quirk up, in response. "I do like the sound of that." he gives me a wink and my smile drops.

He then let's out a slight chuckle, pushing himself off the door.

"Alright then."

A toothy grin spreads across my face, and I nod my head. "Great." I grab the huge bucket and wave my hand to him to come closer.

"Take this away, it's starting to shrivel my nostril hairs." I wrinkle my nose as I too take a look. It was beginning to turn into a weird green colour.

He comes closer and looks at it, furrowing his eyebrows. He opens his mouth but I cut him to it.

"So. We're going to work together. Teamwork." I nod again, licking my dry lips as I look up at him.

"Does this mean you're going to be nice to me?" I ask casually, raking my hair which is full of nots. He gives me another smirk, as he raises both brows, bending down on his knees.

"Could work pretty well together. You know?" I look down, grandma's silver necklace meeting my eyes and I smile a little.

Maybe them leaving me is good after all. I can escape and move to Donald's house now.

I quickly tuck the necklace under my shirt and look up to see him a lot closer to me, his toxic cologne entering my nostrils and I gulp, as his intense eyes stare through mine.

"Um.." my cheeks redden slightly, at our close proximity as he grabs my wrist, he looks up at me cocking a brow, while fishing out a key.

"I..I'm really hungry." I squeak out, looking at him with wide eyes. His lips tug up and he lets out another short chuckle.

"Of course." he unlocks the chain, which then falls to the ground, leaving ugly bruises around my wrist.

He lightly brushes his thumb against the bruises, before dropping my wrist, letting out a sigh.

He then takes hold of my ankle and does the same and then I wrench it from his grip.

His eyes fill with amusement as he smirks at me.

"Sure you don't want me to soothe your boo-boos?"

"Shut up." I snap, before lifting myself up. And he laughs standing up after me.

I stretch my sore arms yawning and letting out a loud groan as I begin to stretch my legs. God this feels good.

"Alright, lets go." he grabs my arm and drags me towards the door but I pull away.

"Alright." I snap, taking a step back and stretching out my legs once more, and when I hear both my legs crack satisfyingly, I then straighten myself up.

I walk towards the door and open it heading out but he pulls me back, bumping me into his chest.

"Hey!" I yell, ripping my arm away again, glaring at him. "I can walk myself."

He grabs my arm once again, tighter this time and drags me out. I let him, staring at his face curling my lip. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"You're a shithead." I sneer tugging my arm and he rolls his eyes.

We go down the stairs and my eyes dart to the white door, presuming it leads outside. I'll make note of that.

We turn a corner, facing a brown door and he twists the door open, and we enter.

I rip my arm away from him and he lets me walk further, looking around.

It's a medium sized room, a counter attached all around, with cabinets under and above it, and a few items and foods sat on the counter.

"Where are the cereals?" I ask turning to Killian who's at the far end of the room, and I spot the boxes sitting on the counter.

I walk towards the counter and lean forward, flicking my fingers against the cereal boxes and grimace.

"Don't you have weetabix?" I ask turning my head towards scarface.

"Weetabix? I thought you didn't like 'glop'." he scoffs.

Shut up.

I roll my eyes and ignore him.

I turn away from the counter and look around once again. I decide to check the cabinets and squat down. I open one and shove my head into it.

I skim my eyes through it and find a loaf of bread.

Toast it is.

Picking it up, I lift my head up only to bang my head against the top and I groan rubbing my head.

I hear laughter erupt and my face flushes red. Jerk.

I stick my head out, ignoring his laughter and look around for a toaster but to my dismay there isn't one.

Piece of shit can afford to buy a human but not a toaster.

It's fine.

Stove and frying pan will do.

I walk towards the stove and twist the thingy until the fire blooms.

Now where's that frying pan..

I look around once again and spot the pan on top of a cabinet way above the counter.

From the corner of my eye I see Killian leaning against the counter, watching me with a smug look.

I walk towards the cabinet and I grip onto the counter. I swing one leg on top, and hear Killian chuckle.

I probably look like a baby trying to climb onto a sofa.

I grip the counter tighter as I swing my other leg and let out a tired groan as I finally get onto the counter, in a sitting position.

Now I have to stand up and just get the pan. Just get it.

Not hard at all..

I begin to stand up, my legs shaking as if I'm taking my first baby steps, I hear Killian's laugh grow louder but I cut it out and take a deep breath.

I turn around and clutch the sides of the cabinet as I tiptoe and reach the pan, my fingers gradually gripping the handle, I pull it but gasp, letting it go and jump when it lands on the floor making a loud clatter.

It's heavy as fuck!

I quickly sit back down with my heart pounding hard.

Grow up Layla. You're acting like your life depended on it.

Shut up.

I turn and swing my legs down gripping on to the counter and slowly let go, landing on my feet. Why does the counter have to be so high up?

I look towards Killian's direction and see him laughing his ass off silently, leaning against the wall.

I glare at him and flip my middle finger at him.

I lean down and lift up the black metal pan with both hands, letting out a grunt.

I walk towards the stove and lift the heavy frying pan, placing it on the stove, letting out a grunt. I keep it steady, and then place a piece of bread on it, smiling.

I look at Killian and see a wide smirk on his face and I wish I could just slam this pan on his head. Repeatedly.

"You do know there's a toaster right over there right?" He says pointing behind me.

I turn around and find a silver toaster sitting on the counter at the far end of the room and clench my jaw.

"And you couldn't tell me that before?" I seethe.

"At least I know how weak you are. Don't worry though, I'll have you riped up in a jiffy."

We'll see about that.

"And how's that." I turn to my toast and flip it the other side.

He chuckles again. "I'll have you work out."

"When?"

"Probably a couple of weeks." He shrugs. "Things need sorting first." He says, and I laugh internally.

Donald will most definitely get here before then.

I look at him and see his eyebrows furrowed, looking down at his phone. "I'll be back." He says turning towards the door.

Well this was easy. Now I can escape.

I smirk and he looks at me. "Don't try anything. All doors are locked and I've got the keys, plus Kian is in the office and can see everything that goes on."

He leaves, shutting the door. "Eat my crap."

When the toast is ready I turn the stove off and pick the toast up, and starting munching on it, while I shove the pan off the stove and onto the counter next to it. My eyes trail down the counter and I see a cabinet slightly open.

I shove the remaining of my toast in my mouth and head towards it, chewing aggressively. I open the cabinet and my mouth falls open, some toast falling out.

"Oh my god.." I say with my mouth full, more pieces dropping. I chew again as I shove my head into it.

I think I'm gonna faint...

The cabinet is cramped full of sweets and chocolates and crisps and more sweets. I ogle the food and swallow my toast, a wide grin spreading across my face.

Looking back at the door to make sure he's not there, I quickly grab as much as I can, and shove them up my shirt, some in my sleeves and in my pockets and a couple more sweets inside my hair. I tuck in my shirt and grab a box of celebrations; open the lid and lift the collar of my shirt and spill the sweets in. I grab a packet of crisps and scoff them down, while I quickly sort out the cabinet and close it, standing up.

I shove the last bit of crisps in my mouth and suddenly I hear the door open and freeze. I turn around and pretend to puff out my cheeks while heading towards the door, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

I walk out as fast as I can leaving him trailing behind.

"Wheres the bathroom?" I say as casually as I can as I continue to chew vigorously.

"It's certainly not that way." He retorts. I stop and turn around, forcing myself to swallow and wince slightly as it scrapes down my throat.

He eyes me weirdly, and points the opposite way, next to him, and I quickly move trying to avoid his suspicious gaze. Just when I pass him he grabs my arm pulling me back, and I tightens my hold on the sleeve I have bunched up, scared the sweets might drop.

I force a smile and look up at his towering form.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" He asks, raising an eyebrow and looking at my puffed up belly.

"Hey stop staring you perv-" I snap but then he suddenly tugs my shirt open, making all the food fall out like a waterfall.

"Well.." He says looking at me with a smirk then down at the food.

"Th-They're mine."

"Mm. What's that in your sleeves?"

I look at my puffed up sleeves and take a step back.

"They're my arms..."

He laughs and walks towards me and I quickly sprint away. I open the nearest door and slam the door shut, thankful it's the bathroom joined with a toilet.

I lock it, when I hear his footsteps closer. "You're not getting these snacks and that's final!" I yell and I hear him chuckle.

Taking some sweets from my sleeves, I start eating as many as I can and store the rest under my hair which is tied in a ponytail.

I'm one greedy mother fucker.

I do my business, wash my hands. I make my way towards the door and stop.

I press my ear against the door and when I hear nothing I unlock the it.

Slowly I open the door and step out but when I see him standing right next to me against the wall on his phone, I begin to walk away keeping my eyes on his face as I start to speed up. But when his eyes snap up and catch mine he smirks, and I gulp as he walks closer.

"I ate the sweets!" I blurt and he stops, chuckling. "You're something else." He mumbles before grabbing my arm. "Keep them, it's Kian's stock after all." He smirks.

Kian. "The guy I beat up?"

"The guy you beat up." He nods, ruffling my hair, flashing me his pearly teeth.

"Okay.." I roughly pull my arm off his.

"Firstly don't talk to me as if I'm a little child." I rake my hand through my hair. "And.." I trail off looking behind us.

"I'm going to grab those." I say in a sassy tone, before making my way towards the heap of food and start picking them up and putting them into my shirt, while tucking my shirt under.

Once I've picked everything up I straighten myself up and walk towards the stairs, passing him without a glance. I climb up and I feel steps follow, when I reach my room I open the door but don't go inside.

I deserve more than laying on the ground.

I cross my arms and turn to Killian, who stops, and raises a brow. "Killian, I can't sleep on the floor, it hurts my back which is so annoying."

"At least you know how your parents felt." He chuckles.

My lips part into a frown, as a heavy weight lands in my chest. Tears beginning to blur my eyes.

He stops laughing, as he stares down at me. "Shit, I didn't–"

My foot connects in-between his legs, cutting him off, as a loud groan emits from him, as he bends over, clutching it.

I take a deep breath, as a smirk tugs at my lips, before I let out a small laugh.

I slowly wipe the tears, and turn around. "Try fucking Heidi with that." And with that I enter the room, slamming it shut.

I can't believe I thought he was nice.

I pop onto my bottom, my back against the wall, letting out a sigh.

Hope Donald comes soon..

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