Chapter 1- The Good, The Bad
As dawn broke, Phil Brooks awoke; stretching while being extra careful not to wake the beauty that peacfully slept beside him. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek before smiling and whispering 'I love you' in her ear. He got up and walked to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes, he walked out and chuckled at the sight of his girlfriend, Layla, laying half awake with her limps srung out all over the bed.
"Good morning beautiful" Phil spoke as he walked towards the bed.
"Morning handsome" Layla shot back with a smile, still half awake.
As she started to adjust to the morning air, she had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. Without and warning, she jumped up and darted towards the bathroom, pushing Phil out of the way and onto the floor.
"Whoa Layla, you aright?" Punk questioned with concern in his voice.
"Yeah, i'll be fine! Don't worry about me!" Layla yelled from the behind the door.
"Well, ok. If you say so hun." Punk managed to say trying to fight back tears.
He hated to see her so sick. He wish there was something he could do, but of course, she was the type of person that got sick easily. She was always like that. He didn't ming though. She was still beautiful in his eyes. Sickness and all. After calming down a bit, Phil decided to make breakfast. Just as he was about to get started, Layla walked out of the bathroom.
"Feel better?" Phil asked as he sat the bacon and eggs on the counter.
"Mhm, a lot better" Layla said with a smile as she ran up to him and gave hima big kiss.
"So what's that little tummy of yours hungry for?" He said as he tickled Layla's stomach. She thought about it for a minute then answered , "I want two pancakes, no wait, make that four pancakes with four pieces of bacon and three sunnyside up eggs!"
"Dang babe! Hungry much?"
"For some reason, I'm really hungry. Oh,and can you put hot sauce on those pancakes?"
"Hot sauce? Really Layla?"
"What? I'm craving hot sauce..."
Punk shook his head and walked back into the kitchen while Layla went back to the bedroom. He started to think to himself. But he was interrupted bya sudden thud. He looked up at the ceiling and waited. Waited for Layla to scream, waited for her to make any kind of noise. All he heard was silence.
"Layla?" He called out as he walked down the hall. "Layla...?" He called again.
He reached the door to the bedroom and...
Chapter 2 coming next ..