The Good, the Bad, and the Misunderstood

Chapter 4

Author's notes: I am so happy that everyone is enjoying my story! It makes me happy that so many people are commenting and subscribing! I love constructive criticism so please comment and subscribe! I'm looking forward to seeing what you guys would like to see happen! Thanks! Oh, and by the way a special thanks to Tails Ruadair, who helped me with a couple of things so that it would be easier for you to read. I have taken the comments into consideration so you may see a little change in the writing set up.

When Layla arrived at Will's house, the lights were on and she could hear laughter coming from inside. She cautiously stepped up to the door and slightly knocked. She heard a voice from inside say "Go away! We're busy!" She stepped back and made sure that she was at the correct house. Sure enough, she was on the correct street and correct house.

"Will?" Layla sobbed, and heard a person falling and a rush to the door.

"Layla?" pondered Will, opening the door. She stood there, looking at the expression on his face. She noticed worry spread across his eyes, so she rushed to him and gave him a hug.

"Oh!" exclaimed Will, shocked. He returned the hug lightly, making Layla step away.

"Why?" she said, still sobbing. "Why did you do it?"

"Layla I-"

"Why would you kick me out of the house like that? And just when I was going to come back and apologize, I see you and your new 'sidekick'/ 'lover' the human icicle!"

"Layla you don't understand! She's my sidekick! She's been sick so I've been fighting alone! But she came to me last night and told me she was better. The news crew thought that we were dating. They thought we were like my parents."

"Well we aren't like your parents! Your parents get along, and love each other, and trust each other!" Layla screamed, fists clenched.

"Oh, so now we don't love each other?" Will yelled, louder than the night he had kicked her out.

"No! Because if we did you would have forgiven and understood me last night! I told you I wrote that letter a LONG time ago!"

Well how would I know? You're the one who ran off to some remote location last night! When I sent you off I thought you would go to Magenta and Zach's house but you didn't! I ran by last night to apologize and you weren't there!"

"You went to apologize?" she realized that she had over reacted. She looked down at her feet.

"Yes." He said, putting her hand in his. "I realized that it was wrong to kick you out and that you could be hurt." He looked into her eyes. Then, he pulled her closer to him.

"Ouch Will! That hurts!" Layla winced as Will clenched her wrist.

"Where were you?" Will hollered, clenching her wrist tighter.

"OW! Will! Stop it!" Layla cried out, trying to free herself.

"No… I think I'll just keep you here until you tell me where you were. I noticed you didn't bring your luggage."

"That's because there was a lot of luggage to carry and I thought that I could make two trips." She cried falling to the ground, Will still having a tight grip on her wrist. He pulls her into the house and slams the door behind him. Layla (still on the floor) scoots backward until she hit a wall.

"Now Layla, are you going to tell me or not." Will snapped, walking toward her.

"If I tell you you'll only get madder!" She exclaimed getting up. Warren had done her a favor; she couldn't drag him into this. He would only get injured, and she couldn't let that happen.

"Well, if you won't tell me, then you won't be leaving!" He answered, grabbing her by the arm.

"LET GO!" She squealed as he dragged her into his room. He shoved her in his closet and locked the door. Layla pounded on the door as she screamed, "Let me out of here!" She continued to pound on the door until she heard his bedroom door close and lock. Layla backed up to the wall in the empty closet and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chest as she started to bawl. I shouldn't have come here without Warren. He was right. I should have let him come with me. And now I'm locked in Will's closet and he won't let me leave unless I tell him who I was with. She thought, eyes so blurry now that she couldn't see. She closed her eyes and burrowed her head into her knees. And I can't even call Warren to come and save me because my purse fell out of my hand when pulled me into the house. She stayed like that until she fell asleep. And surprisingly to her, she was dreaming about Warren.